Luyện nghe bài hát Calm Down

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 down
(Steady on the left) it, blackout niggas!
Oh my

Know when the get down
Sprinkle the ash, get your ass kicked, pow!
Frown I shit on your crown
town 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 traffic dropping them classics, now
Bitches I'm making them skip with
Art, you don't really want that when I
Let me let me come 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 have
What in the fat fishes of a Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is going on? with the beat and the raps is callous
Bang on another song, I'mma these niggas nervous
And clipping they and dribbling in wetness
And nibble them like 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 tree 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 weed
And I triple gram and whoop 'em and drag 'em females
Oh see well, these already know the way that I fuck shit up, minus the details
The case is shut, bitch remind me of my replacement but kind of an ancient slut
Her down like she was a basement fuck
Swell up this shit like I'm sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully wake up
these 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 keeping 'em blacking
Until I'm leaving 'em
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 them up like boots when I'm pushing face in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I fling while I spit live wire, 'til this circling back around
With more fire for me to melt the surface, and back the sound
I light up shit that I toss
I quit worshiping Gods, look
It's this shit splatters click paint that'll make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split apart it doesn't matter (rip)
head up off your shoulders, bullets bigger than a boulder
Break 'em and they know that it's a
And the way it's you could 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 come from Haiti, I'm 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 it's mine and I'm putting my up
Back to the hood and off to the whylin' I'm hoping you your child
And I been blacking out so long niggas is asking if the has died, naw
But the beat is

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

There's a light contagiousness to this
It might make you sick
So irate with my brain is just like a fucking fried egg
Is my scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) Narrow minded
But go such a wide range of this emotion
my rage has gotta squeeze through it sideways
I pulled up in Clive Davis' driveway
With his personal memoir saying bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" then arrive
And drive straight the gay pride parade Yippee-Ki-Yay
Cause here I- wait, did the world pee on my leg?
And should I take it as a sign? I'll take em back in the times (Shady)
Stuck out like a sore thumb, so I em the finger
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, you're your ink then
So if this is any of what you may be facing
You make a distinction cause you fake imitations
Are a bad taste, fuck making a bad impression
the worst impersonation I've ever seen and
Who nasally, eyes hazily, rhymes crazily
But like he may need some FLO, nasally speaking?
What of stupid question is that?
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 ass down 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 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, 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 Sway and Tech radio when I was so much NoDoz and LSD
I almost fell asleep on the wake up
Fuck you me, fools? I was living shock
Raising hell up in shoes when Cruz was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it like a sick pet
You're with vets dawg, fucking internet bloggers
"I sit in of my computer all day and comment on
Everything, I'm an expert on everything, everything sucks, the next song"
Guess if I hopped out 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, force gets clogged
I'm so full of self-esteem that I fog
Yes, yes y'all, steady on the left,
Step off of it or you get on soft
Bout as as my fucking leo jet
get you as green as a Chia Pet
I can see that you're visibly upset,
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you went into the of pain hearing a world of hurt so
Jump around, jump, jump, get that ass
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 Van Halen, and pray for a damn tailwind
More afraid of success I am of failure
So what does that ya?
That on a grand scale I don't give a about nothing
Like Stan his last piece of fan mail
Before he ran into the damn railing

Chill, man,