Luyện nghe bài hát Calm Down

my mic up
my mic up

(Steady on the right) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down
(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 your
Skip town grounds 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 them with thou
Art, you don't really want that I growl
Let me come let me and mop up the knock offs
When I pop off I stop, cause
What we do? Come through, you better doors (Pause)
The wolves wanna eat, be by they
No need to 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? Back with the beat and the is callous
Bang on another song, I'mma have niggas nervous
And clipping they nails and in wetness
And nibble them like sunflower seed
See these skills got my weight up heavy like three
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the speakers fell the weed smell
Nigga your fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on email
Talking, I'm sick and I got them shook banging on until they cripple
See I cook I'm slanging a weed sale
And I gram and whoop 'em and drag 'em like females
Oh see well, these niggas already know the way that I shit up, minus the details
The case is shut, your remind me of my replacement but kind of an ancient slut
Her stomach down like she was a basement
Swell up this shit like I'm sticking in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I wake niggas up
Ragdolling these niggas and attack them like in the cut
I'm for the taking while I break niggas neck like a bracelet, fuck
It's kinda me having a case in the truck and drinking 'til I'm blasted
All ratchet and racing keeping '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 chasing they
I be lacing them up boots when I'm pushing they face in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I fling while I spit live wire, 'til 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 worshiping Gods, look around
It's certain this shit click paint that'll make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split shit apart it matter (rip)
Your up off your shoulders, bullets bigger than a boulder
'em and they know 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 from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, don't make me wanna spazz
I'm a crazy 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
to the hood and off to the whylin' 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, down nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the left) Fuck em, black out

There's a contagiousness to this tirade
It just make you sick
So irate with this my brain is just a fucking fried egg
Is my mind (Cause I'm lit) Narrow minded
But go through a wide range of this emotion
That my rage has gotta squeeze through it
I just pulled up in Clive Davis'
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 pride parade
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)
Stuck out like a sore thumb, so I gave em the
To take the away from my stinking face it was bringing
the whole complexion 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 of what you may be facing
You better make a cause you fake imitations
Are leaving a bad taste, making a bad impression
That's the worst impersonation I've ever and
Who raps nasally, eyes hazily, crazily
But like he may need some FLO, nasally speaking?
What of stupid question is that?
Hey Mrs. Lincoln
Other than your husband's brains that were leaking, how'd you think that play was this weekend?
You ain't the real Slim Shady, sit your ass faggot
See me on a ballot? I'm running for class
Rich democrat, bitch, so I'm a candidate
To come up the whole party, me and Flipmode starting a campaign
To every campus on a fucking rampage
Act my goddamn age? I am eight, so let's get
And wake up the next day with the trashed, covered in Band-Aids
Glass ashtray smashed, champagne 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 Tech radio I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD
I almost fell asleep on the up show
Fuck you me, fools? I was living shock
Raising hell up in shoes when Penelope Cruz was still boobs
Me and Bus put it down a sick pet
You're fucking with vets dawg, fucking bloggers
"I sit in front of my computer all day and on
Everything, I'm an on everything, everything sucks, play the next song"
Guess if I hopped out your freaking laptop, you idiot
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, never gets clogged
I'm so full of that I sweat fog
Yes, yes y'all, on the left, y'all
off of it or you get stepped on soft
Bout as as my fucking leo jet
Jealously'll get you as green as a Pet
I can see that you're upset, dawg
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 a fan favorite
But if you too fly for coach better get them get them arms and freaking flailing
Jump like Van Halen, and for a damn tailwind
More afraid of than I am of failure
So does that tell ya?
That on a grand scale I give a fuck about nothing
Like Stan mailing his last piece of fan
he ran straight into the damn railing

Chill, man,