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) it, blackout niggas!
Oh my

Know the cats get down
the ash, you'll get your ass kicked, pow!
Frown while I shit on crown
Skip town 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 I growl
Let me come let me and mop up the knock offs
When I pop off I never stop,
What we do? through, you better lock doors (Pause)
The wanna eat, be by they lockjaws
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 with the and the raps is callous
on another song, I'mma have these niggas nervous
And clipping they nails and in wetness
And nibble them like sunflower seed
See these skills got my weight up heavy like whales
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the speakers into the weed smell
your tree fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on email
Talking, I'm and I got them shook banging on retail until they cripple
See I cook like I'm a weed sale
And I triple gram and whoop 'em and drag 'em like
Oh see well, these niggas already know the way I fuck shit up, minus the details
The case is shut, your bitch remind me of my replacement but of an ancient slut
Her stomach down like she was a basement
Swell up this like I'm sticking sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully niggas up
Ragdolling these niggas and attack them like in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking while I break niggas like a bracelet, fuck
It's kinda like me having a in the truck and drinking 'til I'm blasted
All ratchet and keeping over 'em blacking
Until I'm leaving 'em
I got 'em than a child in a park chasing a duck
When I'm chasing a buck it's funny, niggas be they luck
I be lacing them up like boots when I'm pushing they in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I fling I spit live wire, 'til this shit circling back around
With more fire for me to the brake's surface, and back the sound
While I light up that I toss
I worshiping Gods, look around
It's certain this shit splatters click paint 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
'em and they know that it's a classic
And the way it's going you could easily get your ass
See, me and Shady together we're
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, don't make me wanna
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
to the hood and off to the whylin' I'm hoping you protect your child
And I blacking out so long niggas is asking if the hook has died, naw
But the beat is

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

There's a light contagiousness to this
It just might make you
So irate with this my brain is like a fucking fried egg
Is my scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) Narrow minded
But go through such a range of this emotion
That my rage has squeeze through it sideways
I just pulled up in Clive Davis'
With his personal memoir he's bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" then naked
And drive straight through the gay pride parade
here I- wait, did the world 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 thumb, so I gave em the finger
To take the attention from my stinking face 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 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 impersonation I've ever and
Who raps nasally, eyes hazily, rhymes
But sounds like he may need FLO, nasally speaking?
kind of stupid question is that?
Hey Mrs. Abraham
Other than your husband's fucking brains that leaking, how'd you think that play was this weekend?
You ain't the real Slim Shady, sit ass down faggot
See me on a I'm running for class clown
Rich democrat, bitch, so I'm a candidate
To fuck up the whole party, me and Flipmode starting a campaign
To have every campus on a fucking
Act my age? I am eight, so let's get smashed
And up the next day with the room trashed, covered in Band-Aids
Glass ashtray smashed, champagne 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 NoDoz and LSD
I almost fell asleep on the wake up
Fuck you me, fools? I was living shock
Raising hell up in shoes Penelope Cruz was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it like a sick pet
fucking with 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 idiot
Biggie 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 full of self-esteem 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 that you're visibly upset,
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you went into the house of pain hearing a world of 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 freaking hands
Jump like Van Halen, and for a damn tailwind
afraid of success than I am of failure
So what does tell ya?
That on a grand scale I don't give a fuck about
Stan mailing his last piece of fan mail
Before he ran straight into the damn

Chill, man,