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

Know when the get down
Sprinkle the ash, you'll get ass kicked, pow!
while I shit on your crown
Skip town 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 traffic them classics, flip now
Bitches I'm making skip with thou
Art, you really want that when I growl
Let me come let me and mop up the knock offs
When I pop off I stop, cause
What we do? Come through, you better lock (Pause)
The wolves eat, be by they lockjaws
No need to cook up the coke, you see me raw
And if you have enough
What in the fat of a phenomenal Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is going on? with the beat and the raps is callous
Bang on another song, I'mma have niggas nervous
And they nails and dribbling in wetness
And nibble them sunflower seed shell
See skills got my weight up heavy like three whales
And I on Ishamels 'til the speakers fell into 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 retail until they
See I cook like I'm 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 shit up, minus the
The case is shut, your bitch remind me of my replacement but kind of an slut
Her stomach like she was a basement fuck
Swell up this shit like I'm sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I wake niggas up
Ragdolling these niggas and attack them like 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 in a park chasing a duck
When I'm chasing a it's funny, niggas be chasing they luck
I be lacing them up 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 fire for me to melt the brake's surface, and back the sound
While I light up shit I toss
I quit Gods, look around
It's certain this 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 bigger than a
Break 'em and they that it's a classic
And the way it's going you could get your ass kicked
See, me and together we're crazy
Like baking a bomb and a rabies cake like a pastry bitch (we sick)
Cause I come from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, don't me wanna spazz
Like I'm a Israeli, bastards
While I bite the up put the sparker in a heater
I'm chopping your foot off now it's mine and I'm my feet up
Back to the hood and off to the I'm hoping you protect your child
And I been blacking out so long niggas is if the hook has died, naw
But the is fried

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

There's a contagiousness to this tirade
It just might you sick
So irate with my brain is just like a fucking fried egg
Is my mind scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) Narrow
But go through a wide range of this emotion
That my rage has gotta through it sideways
I just pulled up in Clive driveway
With his personal memoir saying bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, his ride, making him cry "rape" then arrive naked
And drive straight through the gay pride parade
here I- wait, did the world just pee on my leg?
And should I take it as a sign? Maybe I'll take em back in the (Shady)
Stuck out like a thumb, so I gave em the finger
To take the attention away my stinking face it was bringing
Changed the whole complexion of the game, but just in you was thinking
An inkling of the kingpin, you're crazy, you're wasting your ink then
So if this is any indication of what you may be
You make a distinction cause you fake imitations
Are leaving a bad taste, making a bad impression
the worst impersonation I've ever seen and
Who raps nasally, hazily, rhymes crazily
But sounds like he may need some FLO, speaking?
What kind of stupid is that?
Hey Mrs. Abraham
Other than your husband's fucking brains that were leaking, how'd you think play was this weekend?
You ain't the real Slim Shady, sit your ass down
See me on a ballot? I'm running for class
democrat, bitch, so I'm just a candidate
To fuck up the whole party, me and Flipmode starting a campaign
To have campus on a fucking rampage
Act my age? I am eight, so let's get smashed
And wake up the day with the room trashed, covered in Band-Aids
Glass ashtray smashed, splashed on the lampshades
But ain't up for debate, this is undebatable
Shady for president, ho, don't make me go take it to the days of old
Where Sway and Tech radio when I was taking so 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 Penelope Cruz was 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 expert on everything, everything sucks, the next song"
if I hopped out your freaking laptop, you idiot prick
With Biggie and kicked the living shit out of you, I'd be wrong
Son of God I'm not soft like a wet log, never 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 stepped on
Bout as commercial as my leo jet
Jealously'll get you as as a Chia Pet
I can see that you're 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 better get them get them arms and freaking hands flailing
Jump like Van Halen, and for a damn tailwind
More afraid of success I am of failure
So does that tell ya?
That on a grand scale I don't give a fuck nothing
Like Stan mailing his piece of fan mail
Before he ran into the damn railing

Chill, man,