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 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!
while I shit on your crown
Skip town grounds will appear on the cash cow
Do I 'em say 'Wow!', strip, ow, bow
I sit the pound, click, pow
Blow, click, click, pow, pow
Stop traffic dropping classics, flip now
Bitches I'm making them skip with
Art, you really want that when I growl
Let me come let me and mop up the knock offs
When I pop off I never stop,
we do? Come through, you better lock doors (Pause)
The wolves wanna eat, be by lockjaws
No need to cook up the coke, you see me raw
And if you ain't have
What in the fat fishes of a Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is going on? Back with the beat and the raps is
on another song, I'mma have these niggas nervous
And clipping nails and dribbling in wetness
And nibble them like seed shell
See these skills got my weight up heavy like three
And I shit on Ishamels the speakers fell into the weed smell
Nigga your fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on email
Talking, I'm and I got them shook banging on retail until they cripple
See I cook like I'm slanging a sale
And I triple gram and 'em and drag 'em like females
Oh see well, these niggas already know the way that I fuck shit up, the details
The case is shut, your bitch remind me of my but kind of an ancient slut
Her down like she was a basement fuck
Swell up shit like I'm sticking sticks in their 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 me having a case in the truck and drinking 'til I'm blasted
All ratchet and racing over 'em blacking
Until I'm leaving 'em
I got 'em happier than a child in a chasing a duck
When I'm chasing a buck it's funny, niggas be chasing they
I be lacing them up like boots when I'm pushing face in the mud (ahh)
I fling while I spit live wire, 'til this shit circling back around
With more fire for me to the brake's surface, and back the sound
While I light up shit that I
I quit worshiping Gods, around
certain this shit splatters click paint that'll make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split shit apart it doesn't (rip)
Your up off your shoulders, bullets bigger than a boulder
Break 'em and they know it's a classic
And the way going you could easily get your ass kicked
See, me and together we're crazy
Like baking a bomb and a rabies like a pastry bitch (we that sick)
Cause I from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, don't make me wanna spazz
I'm a crazy Israeli, bastards
While I bite the beat up put the in a heater
I'm chopping your foot off now mine and I'm putting my feet up
Back to the hood and off to the whylin' I'm you protect your child
And I blacking out so long niggas is asking if the hook has died, naw
But the is fried

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

There's a light contagiousness to this
It just might make you
So irate with this my is just like a fucking fried egg
Is my mind (Cause I'm lit) Narrow minded
But go through such a wide range of this
That my rage has gotta squeeze it sideways
I just up in Clive Davis' driveway
his personal memoir saying he's bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, him cry "rape" then arrive naked
And straight through the gay pride parade Yippee-Ki-Yay
Cause here I- wait, did the just pee on my leg?
And should I take it as a Maybe I'll take em back in the times (Shady)
Stuck out like a sore thumb, so I gave em the
To take the attention away from my stinking 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, wasting your ink then
So if this is any indication of you may be facing
You make a distinction cause you fake imitations
Are leaving a bad taste, fuck a bad impression
That's the worst impersonation I've ever and
Who raps nasally, eyes hazily, rhymes
But sounds like he may some FLO, nasally speaking?
What of stupid question is that?
Hey Mrs. Abraham
Other than your husband's fucking brains that were leaking, how'd you think that play was weekend?
You ain't the real Shady, sit your ass down faggot
See me on a I'm running for class clown
Rich democrat, bitch, so I'm a candidate
To fuck up the whole party, me and Flipmode starting a campaign
To every campus on a fucking rampage
Act my goddamn age? I am eight, so let's get
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 take it back to the of old
Where Sway and radio when I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD
I almost fell asleep on the wake up
you telling me, fools? I was living shock
Raising hell up in when Penelope Cruz was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it down a sick 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 freaking laptop, you idiot prick
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 self-esteem that I fog
Yes, yes y'all, steady on the left,
off of it or you get stepped on soft
Bout as commercial as my 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 hearing a world of hurt so
Jump around, jump, jump, get that ass
around, jump, jump, came to hit you with a fan favorite
But if you too fly for coach better get them get them arms and freaking hands
Jump like Van Halen, and pray for a tailwind
More afraid of than I am of failure
So does that tell ya?
That on a grand I don't give a fuck about nothing
Like Stan mailing his last of fan mail
he ran straight into the damn railing

Chill, man,