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 the cats get down
Sprinkle the ash, you'll get ass kicked, pow!
Frown while I on your 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 dropping classics, flip now
Bitches I'm making them skip with
Art, you don't really want that when I
Let me come let me come and mop up the knock
I pop off I never stop, cause
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 ain't enough
in the fat fishes of a phenomenal Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is going on? with the beat and the raps is callous
on another song, I'mma have these niggas nervous
And clipping they nails and dribbling in
And nibble them like sunflower seed
See these skills got my weight up like three whales
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the speakers fell into the weed
Nigga your tree fell, see how Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on email
Talking, I'm sick and I got them shook banging on retail they cripple
See I cook like I'm slanging a sale
And I triple gram and whoop 'em and drag 'em like
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 replacement but kind of an ancient
Her stomach down like she was a fuck
Swell up this shit 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 niggas like a bracelet, fuck
It's kinda like me having a case in the truck and drinking I'm blasted
All ratchet and racing keeping 'em blacking
Until I'm leaving 'em
I got 'em happier than a in a park chasing a duck
When I'm a buck it's funny, niggas 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 more for me to melt the brake's surface, and back the sound
While I up shit that I toss
I quit Gods, look around
It's certain this shit splatters click paint that'll 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split apart it doesn't matter (rip)
Your head up off your shoulders, bullets than a boulder
Break 'em and know that it's a classic
And the way it's going you easily get your ass kicked
See, me and Shady we're crazy
Like baking a bomb and a rabies cake like a 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 my feet up
Back to the hood and off to the whylin' I'm hoping you protect child
And I been blacking out so long niggas is if the hook has died, naw
But the beat is

(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 light to this tirade
It just might you sick
So irate with this my is just like a fucking fried egg
Is my mind (Cause I'm lit) Narrow minded
But go such a wide range of this emotion
That my rage has gotta squeeze it sideways
I pulled up in Clive Davis' driveway
With his personal memoir saying bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, him cry "rape" then arrive naked
And drive straight through the gay pride parade
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)
out like a sore thumb, so I gave em the finger
To the attention away from my stinking face it was bringing
Changed the complexion of the game, but just in case you was thinking
An inkling of 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 a bad taste, fuck making a bad impression
That's the worst impersonation I've seen and
Who nasally, eyes hazily, rhymes crazily
But like he may need some FLO, nasally speaking?
What kind of 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 the real Slim Shady, sit your ass down faggot
See me on a ballot? I'm running for clown
Rich democrat, bitch, so I'm a candidate
To come fuck up the whole party, me and starting a campaign
To have every campus on a fucking
Act my goddamn age? I am eight, so get smashed
And wake up the day with the room trashed, covered in Band-Aids
Glass ashtray smashed, splashed on the lampshades
But this ain't up for debate, is undebatable
Shady for president, ho, don't make me go it back to the days of old
Sway and Tech radio when I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD
I almost fell asleep on the wake up
Fuck you telling me, I was living shock
hell up in shoes when Penelope Cruz was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it like a sick pet
You're fucking with dawg, fucking internet bloggers
"I sit in front of my 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 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 gets clogged
I'm so full of self-esteem that I fog
Yes, yes y'all, on the left, y'all
Step off of it or you get stepped on
Bout as commercial as my 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 house of pain 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 that ya?
That on a grand scale I don't give a fuck nothing
Like Stan his last piece of fan mail
Before he ran straight the damn railing

Chill, man,