Luyện nghe bài hát Calm Down

my mic up
my mic up

(Steady on the right) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the left) it, blackout niggas!
Oh my

when the cats get down
Sprinkle the ash, you'll get ass kicked, pow!
Frown while I shit on your
Skip grounds will appear on the king cash cow
Do I 'em say 'Wow!', strip, ow, bow
I sit the pound, click, pow
Blow, click, click, pow, pow
traffic dropping them classics, flip now
Bitches I'm making them skip with
Art, you don't really want that I growl
Let me come let me come and mop up the offs
When I pop off I never stop,
What we do? Come through, you better doors (Pause)
The wanna eat, be by they lockjaws
No to cook up the coke, you see me chop raw
And if you ain't enough
What in the fat fishes of a Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is going on? with the beat and the raps is callous
Bang on another song, I'mma have these nervous
And clipping they nails and in wetness
And nibble them like sunflower seed
See these skills got my weight up heavy like three
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the speakers into the weed smell
Nigga your tree fell, see how Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on email
Talking, I'm sick and I got them shook banging on retail until cripple
See I like I'm slanging a weed sale
And I triple gram and whoop 'em and drag 'em females
Oh see well, niggas already know the way that I fuck shit up, minus the details
The case is shut, your bitch me of my replacement but kind of an ancient slut
Her down like she was a basement fuck
Swell up this shit like I'm sticking sticks in gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I wake niggas up
Ragdolling niggas and attack them like apes in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking while I break neck like a bracelet, fuck
It's kinda like me having a case in the truck and drinking I'm blasted
All ratchet and racing keeping 'em blacking
Until I'm 'em stuck
I got 'em happier than a child in a park a duck
When I'm a buck it's funny, niggas be chasing they luck
I be lacing up like boots when I'm pushing they face in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I fling while I spit live wire, 'til shit circling back around
With more fire for me to melt the surface, and back the sound
While I light up shit I toss
I quit Gods, look around
It's this shit splatters click paint that'll make 'em scatter
the way I shatter, split shit apart it doesn't matter (rip)
Your head up off your shoulders, bullets than a boulder
Break 'em and they know that it's a
And the way it's going you could easily get your ass
See, me and Shady together crazy
Like baking a bomb and a rabies cake a pastry bitch (we that sick)
Cause I come from Haiti, I'm you pay me, don't make me wanna spazz
Like I'm a Israeli, bastards
While I bite the beat up put the in a heater
I'm chopping foot off now it's mine and I'm putting my feet up
Back to the and off to the whylin' I'm hoping you protect your child
And I been blacking out so long niggas is asking if the has died, naw
But the beat is

(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the right) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the left) Fuck em, out nigga

There's a contagiousness to this tirade
It just make you sick
So irate with this my brain is just a fucking fried egg
Is my scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) Narrow minded
But go through a wide range of this emotion
That my rage has gotta through it sideways
I just up in Clive Davis' driveway
With his personal memoir he's bi
a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" then arrive naked
And drive straight through the gay pride parade
Cause here I- wait, did the just pee on my leg?
And should I take it as a sign? Maybe I'll em back in the times (Shady)
Stuck out a sore thumb, so I gave em the finger
To take the away from my stinking face it was bringing
Changed the whole of the game, but just in case you was thinking
An inkling of replacing the kingpin, you're crazy, you're your ink then
So if this is any indication of you may be facing
You make a distinction cause you fake imitations
Are a bad taste, fuck making a bad impression
That's the impersonation I've ever seen and
Who raps nasally, eyes hazily, crazily
But like he may need some FLO, nasally speaking?
What of stupid question is that?
Hey Mrs. Lincoln
Other than your husband's fucking brains were leaking, how'd you think that play was this weekend?
You ain't the real Slim Shady, sit your ass down
See me on a I'm running for class clown
democrat, bitch, so I'm just a candidate
To come up the whole party, me and Flipmode starting a campaign
To have every campus on a rampage
Act my goddamn I am eight, so let's get smashed
And wake up the next day the room trashed, covered in Band-Aids
Glass ashtray smashed, champagne on the lampshades
But ain't up for debate, this is undebatable
Shady for president, ho, don't me go take it back to the days of old
Where Sway and Tech radio when I was so much NoDoz and LSD
I almost fell on the wake up show
Fuck you telling me, fools? I was living
Raising up in shoes when Penelope Cruz was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it down a sick pet
You're fucking with dawg, fucking internet bloggers
"I sit in front of my all day and comment on
Everything, I'm an on everything, everything sucks, play the next song"
Guess if I hopped out your laptop, you idiot prick
With Biggie and kicked the shit out of you, I'd be dead wrong
Son of God I'm not like a wet log, force never gets clogged
I'm so full of self-esteem that I fog
Yes, yes y'all, on the left, y'all
Step off of it or you get on soft
Bout as as my fucking leo jet
get you as green as a Chia Pet
I can see you're visibly upset, dawg
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you went into the house of pain hearing a world of so
around, jump, jump, get that ass shaking
Jump around, jump, jump, came to hit you with a fan
But if you too fly for coach better get them get them arms and freaking hands
like Van Halen, and pray for a damn tailwind
More of success than I am of failure
So what does tell ya?
That on a grand scale I don't give a fuck nothing
Like Stan his last piece of fan mail
he ran straight into the damn railing

Chill, man,