Luyện nghe bài hát Calm Down

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

when the cats get down
Sprinkle the ash, get your ass kicked, pow!
Frown while I shit on your
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 dropping them classics, now
Bitches I'm making them with thou
Art, you don't really want that I growl
Let me come let me come and mop up the knock
I pop off I never stop, cause
What we do? Come through, you better doors (Pause)
The wanna 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? Back the beat and the raps is callous
Bang on song, I'mma have these niggas nervous
And they nails and dribbling in wetness
And them like sunflower seed shell
See skills got my weight up heavy like three whales
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the speakers into the weed smell
Nigga your tree fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on
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 already know the way that I fuck shit up, minus the details
The case is shut, your bitch remind me of my but kind of an ancient slut
Her stomach down she was a basement fuck
Swell up this shit like I'm sticking in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully wake up
Ragdolling niggas and attack them like apes in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking while I break niggas like a bracelet, fuck
kinda like me having a case in the truck and drinking 'til I'm blasted
All ratchet and racing keeping over 'em
I'm leaving 'em stuck
I got 'em happier than a child in a park chasing a
When I'm chasing a it's funny, niggas be chasing they luck
I be lacing them up like boots when I'm they face in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I while I spit live wire, 'til this shit circling back around
With fire for me to melt the brake's surface, and back the sound
While I up shit that I toss
I quit worshiping Gods, look
It's certain this shit 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, bigger than a boulder
Break 'em and they know that a classic
And the way it's you could easily get your ass kicked
See, me and Shady we're crazy
Like baking a bomb and a rabies like a pastry bitch (we that sick)
Cause I come from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, don't me wanna spazz
I'm a crazy Israeli, bastards
While I bite the beat up put the in a heater
I'm chopping your 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 been blacking out so niggas is asking 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, down nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the right) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the left) Fuck em, out nigga

There's a contagiousness to this tirade
It just make you sick
So irate with this my brain is just a fucking fried egg
Is my scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) Narrow minded
But go through such a wide range of emotion
That my rage has squeeze through it sideways
I just pulled up in Clive Davis'
With his personal memoir he's bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, his ride, making him cry "rape" then arrive naked
And drive straight the gay pride parade Yippee-Ki-Yay
Cause 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 the attention away from my stinking face it was bringing
Changed the whole complexion of the game, but in case you was thinking
An inkling of replacing the kingpin, you're crazy, you're wasting your ink
So if this is any of what you may be facing
You better make a distinction cause you imitations
Are a bad taste, fuck making a bad impression
the worst impersonation I've ever seen and
Who raps nasally, eyes hazily, rhymes
But sounds like he may need FLO, nasally speaking?
kind of stupid question is that?
Hey Mrs. Lincoln
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
Rich democrat, bitch, so I'm just a
To come fuck up the whole party, me and Flipmode a campaign
To every campus on a fucking rampage
Act my goddamn age? I am eight, so let's get
And wake up the next day with the 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 back to the of old
Sway and Tech radio when I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD
I almost fell asleep on the up show
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
fucking with vets dawg, fucking internet bloggers
"I sit in front of my all day and comment on
Everything, I'm an expert on everything, everything sucks, play the 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 never gets
I'm so of self-esteem that I sweat fog
Yes, yes y'all, on the left, y'all
off of it or you get stepped on soft
Bout as commercial as my leo jet
Jealously'll get you as as a Chia Pet
I can see that visibly upset, dawg
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you into the house of pain hearing a world of hurt so
around, jump, jump, get that ass shaking
Jump around, jump, jump, came to hit you a fan favorite
But if you too fly for coach better get them get arms and freaking hands flailing
Jump Van Halen, and pray for a damn tailwind
More of success than I am of failure
So does that tell ya?
That on a scale I don't give a fuck about nothing
Like Stan mailing his last of fan mail
Before he ran into the damn railing

Chill, man,