Luyện nghe bài hát Calm Down 3.0

my mic up
my mic up

(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) Fuck it, 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 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 them with thou
Art, you don't really that when I growl
Let me come let me come and mop up the offs
When I pop off I never stop,
What we do? through, you better lock doors (Pause)
The wolves wanna eat, be by lockjaws
No need to up the coke, you see me chop raw
And if you have enough
What in the fat fishes of a Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is going on? Back the beat and the raps is callous
Bang on another song, have these niggas nervous
And clipping they nails and dribbling in
And nibble them like sunflower seed
See these skills got my weight up heavy like three
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the fell into the weed smell
Nigga your fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on email
Talking, I'm sick and I got shook banging on retail until they cripple
See I cook I'm slanging 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 is shut, your bitch remind me of my replacement but kind of an ancient slut
Her stomach like she was a basement fuck
Swell up this shit I'm sticking sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully niggas up
Ragdolling these niggas and attack like apes in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking while I niggas neck like a bracelet, fuck
It's kinda like me having a case in the truck and drinking 'til I'm
All ratchet and keeping over 'em blacking
Until I'm 'em stuck
I got 'em happier than a child in a park chasing a
When I'm chasing a buck it's funny, niggas be they luck
I be lacing them up like when I'm pushing they face in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I fling while I spit live wire, 'til this shit circling 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 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 know that it's a
And the way it's going you could easily get your ass
See, me and together we're crazy
Like baking a bomb and a rabies cake like a pastry (we that sick)
Cause I come from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, don't make me wanna
Like I'm a crazy Israeli,
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 hoping you protect your
And I been out so long niggas is asking if the hook has died, naw
But the beat is

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

a light contagiousness to this tirade
It just might make you
So irate with this my brain is just like a fucking egg
Is my mind (Cause I'm lit) Narrow minded
But go through such a wide range of this
That my rage has gotta through it sideways
I just pulled up in Clive driveway
With his personal saying he's bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, his ride, making 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 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 attention from my stinking face it was bringing
Changed the complexion of the game, but just in case you was thinking
An of replacing 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
That's the impersonation I've ever seen 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 husband's fucking brains that were leaking, how'd you think that play was this weekend?
You ain't the real Shady, sit your ass down faggot
See me on a ballot? I'm running for clown
democrat, bitch, so I'm just a candidate
To come fuck up the whole party, me and Flipmode starting a
To have campus on a fucking 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
ashtray smashed, champagne splashed on the lampshades
But this ain't up for debate, this is
Shady for president, ho, don't make me go take it to the days of old
Where and Tech radio when I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD
I almost asleep on the wake up show
you telling me, fools? I was living shock
Raising hell up in shoes when Penelope Cruz was still developing
Me and Bus put it like 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 on everything, everything sucks, play the next song"
Guess if I hopped out your freaking laptop, you idiot
With and kicked the living shit out of you, I'd be dead wrong
Son of God I'm not soft like a wet log, force never gets
I'm so full of self-esteem 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 green as a Pet
I can see that you're upset, dawg
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you went into the house of pain hearing a of hurt so
around, jump, jump, get that ass shaking
Jump around, jump, jump, to hit you with a fan favorite
But if you too fly for coach better get them get them 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 don't give a about nothing
Stan mailing his last piece of fan mail
Before he ran straight into the damn

Chill, man,