Luyện nghe bài hát Calm Down

my mic up
my mic up

(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 it, niggas!
Oh my

Know when the get down
the ash, you'll get your ass kicked, pow!
Frown while I shit on 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 traffic them classics, flip now
I'm making them skip with thou
Art, you don't really want 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 need to cook up the coke, you see me raw
And if you ain't have
What in the fat fishes of a phenomenal
Fuck is on? Back with the beat and the raps is callous
on another song, I'mma have these niggas nervous
And clipping they and dribbling in wetness
And nibble them like sunflower seed
See these skills got my up heavy like three whales
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the speakers fell into the 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 like 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 I fuck shit up, minus the details
The case is shut, your remind me of my replacement but kind of an ancient slut
Her stomach down like she was a basement
up this shit like I'm sticking sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully niggas up
Ragdolling these 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 over 'em blacking
I'm leaving 'em stuck
I got 'em happier than a child in a park a duck
When I'm chasing a buck it's funny, 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 live wire, 'til this shit circling back around
With fire for me to melt the brake's surface, and back the sound
I light up shit that I toss
I quit worshiping Gods, look
It's certain this shit click paint that'll make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, shit apart it doesn't matter (rip)
Your head up off shoulders, bullets bigger than a boulder
'em and they know that it's a classic
And the way it's going you easily get your ass kicked
See, me and Shady together crazy
Like baking a bomb and a rabies cake like a bitch (we that sick)
Cause I from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, don't make me wanna spazz
Like I'm a Israeli, bastards
While I bite the beat up put the sparker in a
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 protect your
And I been blacking out so long niggas is asking if the has died, naw
But the is fried

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

There's a contagiousness to this tirade
It just might you sick
So irate with this my brain is just a fucking fried egg
Is my mind scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) minded
But go through such a range of this emotion
That my rage has gotta squeeze through it
I pulled up in Clive Davis' driveway
With his memoir saying he's bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, him cry "rape" then arrive naked
And drive straight through the gay 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 in the times (Shady)
Stuck out like a thumb, so I gave em the finger
To take the attention away from my stinking face it was
the whole complexion of the game, but just 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 leaving a bad taste, fuck making a bad
That's the worst I've ever seen and
Who raps nasally, hazily, rhymes crazily
But sounds like he may some FLO, nasally speaking?
kind of stupid question is that?
Hey Mrs. Lincoln
Other 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 down
See me on a ballot? I'm running for class
Rich democrat, bitch, so I'm a candidate
To come up the whole party, me and Flipmode starting a campaign
To have every campus on a fucking
Act my goddamn age? I am eight, so get smashed
And wake up the next day with the trashed, covered in Band-Aids
Glass ashtray smashed, champagne on the lampshades
But this up for debate, this is undebatable
Shady for president, ho, make me go take it back to the days of old
Where Sway and Tech radio when I was taking so NoDoz and LSD
I almost asleep on the wake 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
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, everything sucks, play the song"
Guess if I out your freaking laptop, you idiot prick
With Biggie and the living shit out of you, I'd be dead 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, steady on the left,
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 you're upset, dawg
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you went into the house of pain hearing a of hurt so
Jump around, jump, jump, get ass shaking
Jump around, jump, jump, came to hit you a fan favorite
But if you too fly for better get them get them arms and freaking hands flailing
like Van Halen, and pray for a damn tailwind
More afraid of success I am of failure
So what does that ya?
on a grand 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,