Luyện nghe bài hát Calm Down

my mic up
my mic up

(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) it, blackout niggas!
Oh my

Know the cats get down
Sprinkle the ash, get your ass kicked, pow!
Frown while I on your crown
Skip town grounds will appear on the king 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 really want that when I growl
Let me come let me come and mop up the offs
When I pop off I never stop,
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 have enough
What in the fat of a phenomenal Fahrvergnügen
is going on? Back with the beat and the raps is callous
Bang on another song, I'mma have these nervous
And clipping they and dribbling in wetness
And them like sunflower seed shell
See these skills got my weight up heavy three whales
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the speakers into the weed smell
your 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 'em like females
Oh see well, these niggas already 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 stomach down like she was a basement
up this shit like I'm sticking sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I wake niggas up
Ragdolling these niggas and attack them apes in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking while I niggas neck like a bracelet, fuck
It's kinda like me having a case in the and drinking 'til I'm blasted
All ratchet and keeping over 'em blacking
Until I'm 'em stuck
I got 'em happier than a child in a chasing a duck
I'm chasing a buck 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
I light up shit that I toss
I quit Gods, look around
certain this shit splatters click paint that'll make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, shit apart it doesn't matter (rip)
Your head up off your shoulders, bullets 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 baking a bomb and a rabies cake like a pastry (we that sick)
I come from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, don't make me wanna spazz
Like I'm a Israeli, bastards
While I the beat up put the sparker in a heater
I'm chopping your foot off now it's 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 down
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the left) em, black out nigga

a light contagiousness to this tirade
It just make you sick
So irate with this my brain is just like a fucking egg
Is my mind scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) minded
But go through such a wide range of this
That my has gotta squeeze through it sideways
I just pulled up in Davis' driveway
With his personal memoir saying bi
Waving a nine, a sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" then arrive naked
And drive straight through the gay parade Yippee-Ki-Yay
Cause here I- wait, did the just 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 gave em the
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 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
That's the impersonation I've ever seen and
Who nasally, eyes hazily, rhymes crazily
But sounds like he may some FLO, nasally speaking?
What kind of 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 your ass down
See me on a ballot? I'm running for clown
Rich democrat, bitch, so I'm just a
To come fuck up the whole party, me and starting a campaign
To have every campus on a rampage
Act my age? I am eight, so let's get smashed
And wake up the next day with the 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
Where Sway and radio when I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD
I almost fell asleep on the wake up
you telling me, fools? I was living shock
Raising hell up in shoes Penelope Cruz was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it down a sick pet
You're fucking with vets dawg, fucking internet
"I sit in front of my all day and comment on
Everything, I'm an on everything, everything sucks, play the next song"
Guess if I hopped out your freaking laptop, you idiot
Biggie and kicked the living shit out of you, I'd be dead wrong
Son of God I'm not soft a wet log, force never gets clogged
I'm so of self-esteem that I sweat fog
Yes, yes y'all, steady on the left,
off of it or you get stepped 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,
you went into the house of pain hearing a world of hurt so
Jump around, jump, jump, get ass shaking
around, jump, jump, came to hit you with a fan favorite
But if you too fly for coach get them get them arms and freaking hands flailing
Jump like Van Halen, and for a damn tailwind
More of success than I am of failure
So what that tell ya?
That on a grand scale I give a fuck about nothing
Like Stan his last piece of fan mail
he ran straight into the damn railing

Chill, man,