Luyện nghe bài hát Calm Down

my mic up
my mic up

(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) it, blackout niggas!
Oh my

Know the cats get down
Sprinkle the ash, you'll get ass kicked, pow!
while I shit 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 them classics, now
Bitches I'm making skip with thou
Art, you don't really want 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
Fuck is going on? with the beat and the raps is callous
Bang on another song, I'mma have these niggas
And clipping they nails and dribbling in
And nibble them like sunflower shell
See these skills got my weight up heavy three whales
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the speakers fell into the 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 like I'm slanging a weed 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 but kind of an ancient slut
Her stomach down like she was a fuck
up this shit like I'm sticking sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully wake up
Ragdolling these niggas and them like apes in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking while I break niggas neck a bracelet, fuck
It's kinda like me having a case in the truck and drinking I'm blasted
All ratchet and racing over 'em blacking
Until I'm 'em stuck
I got 'em happier than a in a park chasing a duck
When I'm chasing a buck it's funny, niggas be they luck
I be them up like boots when I'm pushing they face 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 surface, and back the sound
I light up shit that I toss
I quit worshiping Gods, around
It's certain this splatters click paint that'll make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split shit apart it doesn't (rip)
Your head up off your shoulders, bullets bigger than a
Break 'em and they know that a classic
And the way it's going you could easily get your ass
See, me and Shady together crazy
Like baking a bomb and a rabies cake like a bitch (we that sick)
Cause I come from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, make me wanna spazz
I'm a crazy Israeli, bastards
While I bite the up put the sparker in a heater
I'm chopping foot off now it's mine and I'm putting my feet up
Back to the hood and off to the whylin' I'm you protect your child
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 nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the left) Fuck em, black out

There's a light contagiousness to tirade
It just might you sick
So irate this my brain is just like a fucking fried egg
Is my mind (Cause I'm lit) Narrow minded
But go through such a wide of this emotion
That my rage has gotta through it sideways
I just pulled up in Davis' driveway
With his memoir saying he's 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 world just pee on my
And should I take it as a sign? Maybe I'll take em in the times (Shady)
out like a sore thumb, so I gave em the finger
To take the attention away from my stinking it was bringing
Changed the whole of the game, but just in case you was thinking
An of replacing the kingpin, you're crazy, you're wasting your ink then
So if this is any indication of you may be facing
You better make a distinction cause you 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
Other than your husband's fucking brains that were leaking, how'd you think that play was this
You ain't the real Slim Shady, sit your ass down
See me on a I'm running for class clown
Rich democrat, bitch, so I'm a candidate
To come fuck up the whole party, me and Flipmode a campaign
To have every on a fucking 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, champagne on the lampshades
But ain't up for debate, this is undebatable
Shady for president, ho, don't make me go it back to the days of old
Where Sway and Tech radio I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD
I almost fell asleep on the up show
Fuck you telling me, fools? I was shock
Raising hell up in shoes when Penelope Cruz was developing boobs
Me and Bus put it down a sick pet
You're fucking with vets dawg, internet bloggers
"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 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 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
Jealously'll get you as as a Chia Pet
I can see that you're upset, dawg
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you went 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 a fan favorite
But if you too fly for coach better get them get arms and freaking hands flailing
Jump like Van Halen, and pray for a tailwind
More afraid of than I am of failure
So what that tell ya?
That on a grand scale I don't give a fuck about
Like Stan mailing his piece of fan mail
Before he ran straight into the railing

Chill, man,