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

Know when the cats get
the ash, you'll get your ass kicked, pow!
Frown I shit on your crown
Skip town grounds will 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 skip thou
Art, you don't want that when I growl
Let me let me come and mop up the knock offs
When I pop off I stop, cause
What we do? Come through, you lock doors (Pause)
The wolves eat, be by they lockjaws
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 on? Back with the beat and the raps is callous
Bang on another song, have these niggas nervous
And they nails and dribbling in wetness
And nibble them like sunflower seed
See these skills got my weight up heavy like whales
And I shit on Ishamels the speakers fell into the weed smell
Nigga your tree fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on
Talking, I'm sick and I got shook banging on retail until they cripple
See I cook like I'm slanging a weed
And I triple gram and whoop 'em and 'em like females
Oh see well, these niggas already know the way that I fuck up, minus the details
The case is shut, bitch remind me of my replacement but kind 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 niggas and attack them like apes in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking while I break niggas like a bracelet, fuck
It's kinda like me having a case in the truck and drinking I'm blasted
All ratchet and racing keeping over 'em
I'm leaving 'em stuck
I got 'em happier than a child in a chasing a duck
When I'm chasing a buck it's funny, be chasing they luck
I be lacing them up like boots when I'm they face in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I fling while I spit wire, 'til this shit circling back around
more fire for me to melt the brake's surface, and back the sound
While I light up shit that I
I worshiping Gods, look around
It's this shit splatters 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 that it's a classic
And the way it's going you could easily get ass kicked
See, me and Shady together crazy
Like baking a and a rabies cake like a pastry bitch (we that sick)
Cause I come from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, don't me wanna spazz
Like I'm a crazy Israeli,
I bite the beat up put the sparker in a heater
I'm your 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 been blacking out so long niggas is asking if the has died, naw
But the beat is

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

a light contagiousness to this tirade
It just might make you
So irate with this my is just like a fucking fried egg
Is my scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) Narrow minded
But go through such a wide of this emotion
my rage has gotta squeeze through it sideways
I just pulled up in Clive Davis'
With his personal memoir saying bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" then naked
And drive straight through the gay pride Yippee-Ki-Yay
Cause I- wait, did the world just pee on my leg?
And should I take it as a sign? Maybe take em back in the times (Shady)
out like a sore thumb, so I gave em the finger
To the attention away from my stinking face it was bringing
the whole 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 cause you fake imitations
Are leaving a bad taste, making a bad impression
That's the worst impersonation ever seen and
Who nasally, eyes hazily, rhymes crazily
But sounds like he may need some FLO, speaking?
What of stupid question is that?
Hey Mrs. Abraham
Other than your husband's fucking brains that were leaking, how'd you that play was this weekend?
You the real Slim Shady, sit your ass down faggot
See me on a ballot? I'm running for class
democrat, bitch, so I'm just a candidate
To come fuck up the whole party, me and Flipmode a campaign
To have every on a fucking rampage
Act my age? I am eight, so let's get smashed
And wake up the next day with the room trashed, in Band-Aids
Glass ashtray smashed, champagne on the lampshades
But ain't up for debate, this is undebatable
for president, ho, don't make me go take it back to the days of old
Where Sway and Tech when 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 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, fucking internet
"I sit in of my computer all day and comment on
Everything, I'm an expert on everything, everything sucks, the next song"
Guess if I hopped out your laptop, you idiot prick
With Biggie and kicked the living 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 that I fog
Yes, yes y'all, on the left, y'all
Step off of it or you get on soft
Bout as commercial as my 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 hearing a world of hurt so
Jump around, jump, jump, get that ass
Jump around, jump, jump, came to hit you a fan favorite
But if you too fly for coach better get them get arms and freaking hands flailing
Jump like Van Halen, and pray for a tailwind
More afraid of success than I am of
So does that tell ya?
That on a grand I don't give a fuck about nothing
Like Stan his last piece of fan mail
Before he ran into the damn railing

Chill, man,