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) Fuck it, 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 classics, flip now
Bitches I'm making them skip thou
Art, you don't really want that I growl
Let me let me come and mop up the knock offs
When I pop off I stop, cause
What we do? Come through, you better lock (Pause)
The wolves wanna eat, be by they
No need to up the coke, you see me chop raw
And if you have enough
What in the fat of a phenomenal Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is going on? Back with the and the raps is callous
Bang on another song, I'mma have these niggas
And clipping nails and dribbling in wetness
And nibble them like sunflower shell
See these skills got my weight up heavy like three
And I shit on 'til the speakers fell into the weed smell
Nigga your tree fell, see how Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on email
Talking, I'm sick and I got them banging on retail until they cripple
See I cook like I'm slanging a weed
And I triple gram and 'em and drag 'em like females
Oh see well, niggas already 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 down like she was a fuck
Swell up this shit like I'm sticking sticks in gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully wake up
Ragdolling these niggas and attack like apes in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking I break 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 racing keeping over 'em
I'm leaving 'em stuck
I got 'em than a child in a park chasing a duck
When I'm chasing a buck it's funny, niggas be chasing luck
I be lacing them up like boots when I'm pushing they 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 back the
While I light up shit I toss
I quit worshiping Gods, look
It's certain this shit click paint that'll make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split apart it doesn't matter (rip)
Your head up off shoulders, bullets bigger than a boulder
Break 'em and they know it's a classic
And the way it's going you could easily get your ass
See, me and Shady together we're
Like a bomb and a rabies cake like a pastry bitch (we that sick)
I come from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, don't make me wanna spazz
Like I'm a crazy Israeli,
While I the beat up put the sparker 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 long is asking if the hook has died, naw
But the beat is

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

There's a light to this tirade
It might make you sick
So irate this my brain is just like 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 pulled up in Clive Davis' driveway
his personal memoir saying he's bi
Waving a nine, a sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" then arrive naked
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? Maybe 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
the whole complexion of the game, but just in case you was thinking
An inkling of replacing the kingpin, you're crazy, wasting your ink then
So if is any indication of what you may be facing
You better a distinction cause you fake imitations
Are a bad taste, fuck making a bad impression
That's the impersonation I've ever seen and
Who nasally, eyes hazily, rhymes crazily
But like he may need some FLO, nasally speaking?
kind of stupid question is that?
Hey Mrs. Lincoln
Other than your fucking brains that were leaking, how'd you think that play was this weekend?
You ain't the Slim Shady, sit your 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 party, me and Flipmode starting a campaign
To have every campus on a fucking
Act my goddamn I am eight, so let's get smashed
And wake up the day with the room trashed, covered in Band-Aids
Glass smashed, champagne 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 so much NoDoz and LSD
I fell asleep on the wake up show
Fuck you telling me, fools? I was living
Raising up in shoes when Penelope Cruz was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it down a sick pet
You're fucking with vets dawg, internet bloggers
"I sit in of my computer all day and comment on
Everything, I'm an expert on everything, sucks, play the next song"
Guess if I hopped out your laptop, you idiot prick
Biggie 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 clogged
I'm so of self-esteem that I sweat fog
Yes, yes y'all, on the left, y'all
Step off of it or you get stepped on
Bout as as my fucking leo jet
Jealously'll get you as green as a Pet
I can see you're visibly upset, dawg
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you into the house of pain hearing a world of hurt so
Jump around, jump, jump, get ass shaking
Jump around, jump, jump, came to hit you with a fan
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 afraid of success than I am of
So what does tell ya?
That on a grand I don't give a fuck about nothing
Stan mailing his last piece of fan mail
Before he ran into the damn railing

Chill, man,