Luyện nghe bài hát Calm Down 3.0

my mic up
my mic up

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

when the cats get down
Sprinkle the ash, you'll get ass kicked, pow!
Frown while I on your crown
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
Stop dropping them classics, flip now
Bitches I'm making them with thou
Art, you really want that when I growl
Let me come let me and mop up the knock offs
I pop off I never stop, cause
What we do? Come through, you better doors (Pause)
The wolves 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 of a phenomenal Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is going on? Back with the and the raps is callous
Bang on another song, I'mma these niggas nervous
And clipping they nails and dribbling in
And nibble them sunflower seed shell
See these got my weight up heavy like three whales
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the speakers fell the weed smell
Nigga your fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on email
Talking, I'm sick and I got them shook banging on until they cripple
See I cook I'm slanging a weed sale
And I gram and whoop 'em and drag 'em like females
Oh see well, these niggas already know the way that I fuck up, minus the details
The case is shut, your remind me of my replacement but kind of an ancient slut
Her stomach like she was a basement fuck
Swell up this 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 for the taking while I break niggas neck like a bracelet, fuck
It's kinda me having a case in the truck and drinking 'til I'm blasted
All and racing keeping over 'em blacking
I'm leaving 'em stuck
I got 'em happier a child in a park chasing a duck
When I'm chasing a 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 this shit back around
With more fire for me to melt the brake's surface, and the sound
I light up shit that I toss
I quit worshiping Gods, around
It's certain this shit splatters click paint that'll make 'em
Shameful the way I shatter, split shit apart it matter (rip)
Your up off your shoulders, bullets bigger than a boulder
Break 'em and they know it's a classic
And the way it's going you easily get your ass kicked
See, me and Shady together we're
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 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 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, down nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the left) Fuck em, black out

a light contagiousness to this tirade
It just make you sick
So with this my brain is just like a fucking fried egg
Is my mind scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) minded
But go such a wide range of this emotion
That my rage has gotta squeeze it sideways
I just pulled up in Davis' driveway
With his personal saying he's bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" then naked
And drive straight through the gay pride Yippee-Ki-Yay
Cause here I- wait, did the just pee on my leg?
And I take it as a sign? Maybe I'll take em back in the times (Shady)
out like a sore thumb, so I gave em the finger
To take the attention from my stinking face it was bringing
Changed the whole complexion of the game, but just in you was thinking
An inkling of replacing the kingpin, you're crazy, wasting 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 making a bad
That's the worst impersonation I've seen and
Who raps nasally, hazily, rhymes crazily
But like he may need some FLO, nasally speaking?
What kind of stupid question is
Hey Mrs. Abraham
than your husband's fucking brains that were leaking, how'd you think that play was this weekend?
You ain't the real Slim Shady, sit your ass faggot
See me on a ballot? I'm running for class
democrat, bitch, so I'm just a candidate
To come fuck up the whole party, me and starting a campaign
To have every campus on a fucking
Act my goddamn age? I am eight, so get smashed
And up the next day with the room trashed, covered in Band-Aids
Glass ashtray smashed, champagne on the lampshades
But this up for debate, this is undebatable
Shady for president, ho, don't me go take it back to the days of old
Sway and Tech radio when I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD
I almost asleep 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 with vets dawg, fucking internet bloggers
"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 prick
With Biggie and kicked the shit out of you, I'd be dead wrong
Son of God I'm not soft like a wet log, force never clogged
I'm so of self-esteem that I sweat fog
Yes, yes y'all, on the left, y'all
Step off of it or you get stepped on
Bout as commercial as my leo jet
get you as green as a Chia Pet
I can see that visibly upset, dawg
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you went into the house of hearing a world of hurt so
Jump around, jump, jump, get 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 flailing
Jump like Van Halen, and for a damn tailwind
More afraid of success than I am of
So what does tell ya?
That on a grand scale I don't a fuck about nothing
Like Stan mailing his last of fan mail
Before he ran straight into the railing

Chill, man,