Luyện nghe bài hát Calm Down 3.0

my mic up
my mic up

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

Know the cats get down
Sprinkle the ash, you'll get ass kicked, pow!
Frown while I shit on crown
Skip town grounds will 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 thou
Art, you don't really want that when I
Let me let me come and mop up the knock offs
When I pop off I never stop,
What we do? Come through, you better doors (Pause)
The wolves wanna eat, be by lockjaws
No need to up the coke, you see me chop raw
And if you ain't enough
in the fat fishes of a phenomenal Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is going on? Back the beat and the raps is callous
on another song, I'mma have these niggas nervous
And clipping they and dribbling in wetness
And nibble them like sunflower shell
See these got my weight up heavy like three whales
And I shit on Ishamels the speakers fell into the weed smell
Nigga tree fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on email
Talking, I'm sick and I got them shook on retail until they cripple
See I cook like I'm a weed sale
And I triple and whoop 'em and drag 'em like females
Oh see well, these niggas 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
up this shit like I'm sticking sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully wake up
Ragdolling these and attack them like apes in the cut
I'm for the taking while I break niggas neck like a bracelet, fuck
It's like me having a case in the truck and drinking 'til I'm blasted
All ratchet and racing keeping 'em blacking
Until I'm 'em stuck
I got 'em happier than a in a park chasing a duck
When I'm chasing a buck it's funny, be chasing they luck
I be lacing up like boots when I'm pushing they face in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I fling I spit live wire, 'til this shit circling back around
With more for me to melt the brake's surface, and back the sound
While I light up shit I toss
I worshiping Gods, look around
It's certain this shit splatters click paint make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split shit it doesn't matter (rip)
Your up off your shoulders, bullets bigger than a boulder
Break 'em and they know that it's a
And the way it's going you could easily get ass kicked
See, me and together we're crazy
Like baking a bomb and a rabies cake a pastry bitch (we that sick)
I come from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, don't make me wanna spazz
Like I'm a Israeli, bastards
While I bite the beat up put the sparker in a
I'm chopping foot off now it's mine and I'm putting my feet up
Back to the hood and off to the whylin' I'm hoping you your child
And I been blacking out so long is asking if the hook has died, naw
But the beat is

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

There's a contagiousness to this tirade
It just might you sick
So irate with this my brain is like a fucking fried egg
Is my scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) Narrow minded
But go such a wide range of this emotion
That my rage has gotta squeeze it sideways
I just pulled up in Clive driveway
With his personal saying he's bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, him cry "rape" then arrive naked
And drive straight through the gay parade Yippee-Ki-Yay
Cause here I- wait, did the world just pee on my
And should I it as a sign? Maybe I'll take em back in the times (Shady)
Stuck out like a thumb, so I gave em the finger
To take the away from my stinking face it was bringing
Changed the whole complexion of the game, but 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 what you may be
You better make a distinction you fake imitations
Are leaving a bad taste, fuck a bad impression
That's the worst impersonation I've ever and
Who nasally, eyes hazily, rhymes crazily
But sounds like he may need some FLO, speaking?
What kind of stupid question is
Hey Mrs. Lincoln
Other than your husband's fucking brains that were leaking, how'd you think that was this weekend?
You ain't the real Slim Shady, sit ass down faggot
See me on a ballot? I'm running for clown
Rich democrat, bitch, so I'm a candidate
To come up the whole party, me and Flipmode starting a campaign
To have every on a fucking rampage
Act my goddamn I am eight, so let's get smashed
And up the next day with the room trashed, covered in Band-Aids
Glass ashtray smashed, champagne on the lampshades
But this ain't up for debate, is undebatable
Shady for president, ho, don't make me go it back to the days of old
Where and Tech radio when I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD
I fell asleep on the wake up show
Fuck you telling me, fools? I was living
Raising hell up in shoes when Cruz was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it down like a pet
You're fucking with vets dawg, fucking internet
"I sit in front of my all day and comment on
Everything, I'm an expert on everything, sucks, play the next song"
Guess if I hopped out your freaking laptop, you idiot
With Biggie and kicked the living out of you, I'd be dead wrong
Son of God I'm not soft like a wet log, force gets clogged
I'm so full of that I sweat fog
Yes, yes y'all, on the left, y'all
Step off of it or you get on soft
as commercial as my fucking leo jet
Jealously'll get you as 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 of hurt so
Jump around, jump, jump, get that ass
Jump around, jump, jump, to hit you with a fan favorite
But if you too fly for better get them get them arms and freaking hands flailing
like Van Halen, and pray for a damn tailwind
More afraid of than I am of failure
So what that tell ya?
That on a grand scale I give a fuck about nothing
Like Stan mailing his piece of fan mail
Before he ran into the damn railing

Chill, man,