Luyện nghe bài hát Calm Down 3.0

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 nigga
(Steady on the left) Fuck it, niggas!
Oh my

Know the cats get down
Sprinkle the ash, you'll get ass kicked, pow!
while I shit on your crown
Skip town grounds will appear on the 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 them skip with thou
Art, you don't really want that I growl
Let me let me come and mop up the knock offs
When I pop off I never stop,
What we do? Come through, you lock doors (Pause)
The wolves wanna eat, be by they
No need to up the coke, you see me chop raw
And if you have enough
What in the fat fishes of a Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is going on? Back the beat and the raps is callous
Bang on another song, I'mma have niggas nervous
And clipping nails and dribbling in wetness
And nibble them like sunflower seed
See these skills got my weight up heavy three whales
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the fell into 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 retail they cripple
See I like I'm slanging a weed sale
And I triple gram and whoop 'em and drag 'em females
Oh see well, these niggas already the way that I fuck shit up, minus the details
The case is shut, your bitch remind me of my replacement but kind of an ancient
Her stomach like she was a basement fuck
Swell up shit like I'm sticking sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully wake up
Ragdolling these niggas and attack them apes in the cut
I'm waiting for the while I break niggas neck like a bracelet, fuck
It's kinda like me having a in the truck and drinking 'til I'm blasted
All ratchet and racing over 'em blacking
I'm leaving 'em stuck
I got 'em happier than a child in a chasing a duck
When I'm 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 I spit live wire, 'til this shit circling back around
With fire for me to melt the brake's surface, and back the sound
While I light up shit I toss
I quit worshiping Gods, 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 that it's a
And the way going you could easily get your ass kicked
See, me and together we're crazy
Like baking a bomb and a rabies like a pastry bitch (we that sick)
Cause I come from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, don't make me spazz
I'm a crazy Israeli, bastards
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 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, down nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the left) Fuck em, black out

There's a light contagiousness to tirade
It just make you sick
So with this my brain is just like a fucking fried egg
Is my mind scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) Narrow
But go such a wide range of this emotion
my rage has gotta squeeze through it sideways
I pulled up in Clive Davis' driveway
his personal memoir saying he's bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" arrive naked
And straight through the gay pride parade Yippee-Ki-Yay
Cause I- wait, did the world just pee on my leg?
And should I take it as a sign? Maybe I'll 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 complexion of the game, but just in case you was thinking
An inkling of replacing the kingpin, crazy, you're wasting your ink then
So if this is any of what you may be facing
You better make a distinction you fake imitations
Are a bad taste, fuck making a bad impression
the worst impersonation I've ever seen and
Who nasally, eyes hazily, rhymes crazily
But sounds like he may some FLO, nasally speaking?
What kind of stupid question is
Hey Mrs. Lincoln
Other than your husband's fucking brains that were leaking, how'd you think that play was weekend?
You ain't the real Slim Shady, sit ass down faggot
See me on a ballot? I'm for class clown
democrat, bitch, so I'm just a candidate
To come fuck up the whole party, me and Flipmode starting a
To have every campus on a rampage
Act my goddamn I am eight, so let's get smashed
And wake up the next day with the room trashed, in Band-Aids
Glass smashed, champagne splashed on the lampshades
But this 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 when I was taking so much and LSD
I almost fell asleep on the up show
you telling me, fools? I was living shock
Raising hell up in shoes when Penelope was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it like a sick pet
You're fucking vets dawg, fucking internet bloggers
"I sit in front of my computer all day and on
Everything, I'm an expert on everything, everything sucks, play the song"
Guess if I hopped out your freaking laptop, you 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 gets clogged
I'm so of self-esteem that I sweat fog
Yes, yes y'all, steady on the left,
Step off of it or you get stepped on
Bout as commercial as my leo jet
Jealously'll get you as green as a Pet
I can see you're visibly 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
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 Van Halen, and pray for a damn tailwind
afraid of success than I am of failure
So does that tell ya?
That on a grand scale I don't give a fuck nothing
Like Stan his last piece of fan mail
Before he ran straight into the damn

Chill, man,