Luyện nghe bài hát Calm Down

my mic up
my mic up

(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the left) it, blackout niggas!
Oh my

Know when the cats get
the ash, you'll get your 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
traffic dropping them classics, flip now
Bitches I'm making them 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 wanna eat, be by they lockjaws
No to cook up the coke, you see me chop raw
And if you ain't enough
What in the fat fishes of a 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 and dribbling in wetness
And nibble them sunflower seed shell
See these skills got my weight up like three whales
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the speakers fell into the smell
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 females
Oh see well, these niggas already know the way that I fuck shit up, minus the
The case is shut, your bitch me of my replacement but kind of an ancient slut
Her stomach down 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 them like apes in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking I break niggas neck like a bracelet, fuck
kinda like me having a case in the truck and drinking 'til I'm blasted
All and racing keeping over 'em blacking
Until I'm leaving 'em
I got 'em happier than a child in a park a duck
I'm chasing a buck it's funny, niggas be chasing they luck
I be lacing them up like boots I'm pushing they face in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I fling while I spit live wire, 'til shit circling back around
With more fire for me to melt the surface, and back the sound
While I light up that I toss
I quit Gods, look around
It's certain this shit click paint that'll make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split shit it doesn't matter (rip)
Your head up off your shoulders, bigger than a boulder
Break 'em and they know that it's a
And the way it's going you could easily get ass kicked
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
Like I'm a Israeli, bastards
While I bite the beat up put the in a heater
I'm your foot off now it's mine and I'm putting my feet up
Back to the hood and off to the I'm hoping you protect your child
And I been out so long niggas is asking if the hook has died, naw
But the beat is

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

There's a light contagiousness to this
It just make you sick
So irate with my brain is just like a fucking fried egg
Is my mind scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) minded
But go such a wide range of this emotion
my rage has gotta squeeze through it sideways
I just up in Clive Davis' driveway
With his personal memoir he's bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, his ride, making him cry "rape" then arrive naked
And drive straight through the gay parade Yippee-Ki-Yay
here I- wait, did the world just pee on my leg?
And should I take it as a sign? Maybe I'll take em back in the (Shady)
Stuck out like a sore thumb, so I em the finger
To take the attention away from my face it was bringing
Changed the complexion of the game, but just in case you was thinking
An inkling of replacing the kingpin, you're crazy, you're wasting your ink
So if is any indication of what you may be facing
You better make a distinction cause you imitations
Are leaving a bad taste, making a bad impression
That's the worst I've ever seen and
Who nasally, eyes hazily, rhymes crazily
But sounds like he may need FLO, nasally speaking?
What kind of stupid is that?
Hey Mrs. Abraham
Other than your husband's fucking brains that were leaking, how'd you 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 fuck up the whole party, me and Flipmode starting a campaign
To every campus on a fucking rampage
Act my goddamn I am eight, so let's get smashed
And wake up the next day with the room trashed, covered in
Glass smashed, champagne splashed on the lampshades
But this ain't up for debate, this is
Shady for president, ho, make me go take it back to the days of old
Where Sway and Tech radio I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD
I fell asleep on the wake up show
Fuck you telling me, I was living shock
hell up in shoes when Penelope Cruz was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it down like a 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 Biggie and kicked the living shit out of you, I'd be dead
Son of God I'm not soft like a wet log, force never clogged
I'm so full of self-esteem I sweat fog
Yes, yes y'all, on the left, y'all
Step off of it or you get on soft
as commercial as my fucking leo jet
Jealously'll get you as as a Chia Pet
I can see that visibly upset, dawg
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you went into the house of pain hearing a of hurt so
around, jump, jump, get that ass shaking
Jump around, jump, jump, came to hit you with a fan
But if you too fly for coach better get them get them arms and hands flailing
Jump like Van Halen, and pray for a damn
afraid of success than I am of failure
So what does that ya?
That on a grand scale I don't give a fuck about
Like Stan mailing his last of fan mail
Before he ran straight the damn railing

Chill, man,