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 down
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm nigga
(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 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 dropping them classics, flip now
I'm making them skip with thou
Art, you don't really want that when I
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 lock (Pause)
The wolves wanna eat, be by lockjaws
No need to cook up the coke, you see me raw
And if you ain't enough
What in the fat fishes of a phenomenal
Fuck is going on? Back with the and the raps is callous
Bang on another song, I'mma have niggas nervous
And clipping they nails and in wetness
And nibble them like seed shell
See these skills got my weight up like three whales
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the speakers fell the weed 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 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 niggas know 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 down like she was a basement fuck
Swell up this shit like I'm 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 I break niggas neck like a bracelet, fuck
It's kinda like me having a case in the truck and drinking I'm blasted
All and racing keeping over 'em blacking
I'm leaving 'em stuck
I got 'em happier than a child in a park chasing a
When I'm chasing a buck it's funny, niggas be they luck
I be lacing up like boots when I'm pushing they face in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I while I spit live wire, 'til this shit circling back around
With more fire for me to melt the brake's surface, and back the
I light up shit that I toss
I quit worshiping Gods, around
It's certain this shit click paint that'll make 'em scatter
the way I shatter, split shit apart it doesn't matter (rip)
Your head up off your shoulders, bullets bigger than a
Break 'em and they that it's a classic
And the way it's going you could get your ass kicked
See, me and together we're crazy
Like baking a bomb and a rabies cake a pastry bitch (we that sick)
Cause I come from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, make me wanna spazz
Like I'm a crazy Israeli,
While I bite the up put the sparker in a heater
I'm chopping your foot off now it's mine and I'm putting my up
Back to the hood and off to the whylin' I'm hoping you protect your
And I blacking out so long niggas is asking if the hook 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, calm down
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the left) em, black out nigga

a light contagiousness to this tirade
It might make you sick
So irate this my brain is just like a fucking fried egg
Is my mind scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) Narrow
But go through such a range of this emotion
That my rage has squeeze through it sideways
I just pulled up in Clive driveway
his personal memoir saying he's bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, his ride, making him cry "rape" then arrive naked
And drive straight through the gay pride Yippee-Ki-Yay
Cause here I- wait, did the just 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 take the away from my stinking face it was bringing
Changed the whole complexion of the game, but just in you was thinking
An inkling of replacing the kingpin, you're crazy, you're wasting your ink
So if this is any indication of what you may be
You better make a distinction cause you fake
Are leaving a bad taste, fuck a bad impression
That's the impersonation I've ever seen and
Who raps nasally, hazily, rhymes crazily
But sounds like he may need some FLO, nasally
What kind of stupid is that?
Hey Mrs. Abraham
Other than your husband's fucking 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 just a
To fuck up the whole 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 next day with the room trashed, covered in
ashtray smashed, champagne splashed on the lampshades
But this 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 taking so much and LSD
I almost asleep on the wake up show
Fuck you telling me, I was living shock
Raising hell up in 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 computer all day and on
Everything, I'm an expert on everything, everything sucks, the next song"
Guess if I hopped out your freaking laptop, you prick
With 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 full of 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 as a Chia Pet
I can see that you're visibly upset,
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you went into the house of pain hearing a world of 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 of success than I am of failure
So does that tell ya?
That on a grand scale I don't give a fuck nothing
Stan mailing his last piece of fan mail
Before he ran straight into the railing

Chill, man,