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

when the cats get down
Sprinkle the ash, get your ass kicked, pow!
Frown I shit on your crown
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 them classics, flip now
Bitches I'm making them skip thou
Art, you don't want that when I growl
Let me come let me and mop up the knock offs
I pop off I never stop, cause
What we do? through, you better lock doors (Pause)
The wolves wanna eat, be by lockjaws
No to cook up the coke, you see me chop raw
And if you have enough
in the fat fishes of a phenomenal Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is going on? Back the beat and the raps is callous
Bang on another song, I'mma have these niggas
And clipping they nails and dribbling in
And nibble them like seed shell
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 and I got them shook banging on retail until they cripple
See I cook like I'm slanging a weed
And I triple gram and 'em and drag 'em like females
Oh see well, these niggas already the way that I fuck shit up, minus the details
The case is shut, your bitch 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 painfully wake up
these niggas and attack them like apes in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking while I break niggas neck a bracelet, fuck
It's kinda me having a case in the truck and drinking 'til I'm blasted
All and racing keeping over 'em blacking
Until I'm 'em stuck
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 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 worshiping Gods, look around
It's certain this splatters click paint that'll make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split shit apart it matter (rip)
head up off your shoulders, bullets bigger than a boulder
Break 'em and they know it's a classic
And the way it's going you could easily get your ass
See, me and Shady together we're
baking a bomb and a rabies cake like a pastry bitch (we that sick)
Cause I come Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, don't make me wanna spazz
Like I'm a Israeli, bastards
While I bite the beat up put the in a heater
I'm chopping your off now it's mine and I'm putting my feet up
Back to the 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 is fried

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

There's a contagiousness to this tirade
It might make you sick
So with this my brain is just like a fucking fried egg
Is my mind (Cause I'm lit) Narrow minded
But go through such a wide range of this
That my rage has gotta squeeze through it
I just pulled up in Clive Davis'
With his personal memoir he's bi
Waving a nine, a sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" then arrive naked
And drive straight the gay pride 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 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 whole complexion of the game, but just in case you was
An inkling of replacing the kingpin, you're crazy, you're wasting your ink
So if this is any of what you may be facing
You better a distinction cause you fake imitations
Are a bad taste, fuck making a bad impression
That's the worst I've ever seen and
Who raps nasally, hazily, rhymes crazily
But sounds he may need some FLO, nasally speaking?
What kind of question is that?
Hey Mrs. Lincoln
Other than your husband's fucking brains were 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 ballot? I'm for class clown
Rich democrat, bitch, so I'm a candidate
To come fuck up the whole party, me and Flipmode a campaign
To have every campus on a fucking
Act my goddamn age? I am eight, so let's get
And wake up the day with the room trashed, covered in Band-Aids
ashtray smashed, champagne splashed on the lampshades
But ain't 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 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 Cruz was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it like 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 expert on everything, sucks, play the next song"
Guess if I hopped out freaking 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 a wet log, force never gets clogged
I'm so full of self-esteem that I fog
Yes, yes y'all, steady on the left,
Step off of it or you get on soft
Bout as commercial as my leo jet
get you as green as a Chia Pet
I can see you're visibly upset, dawg
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you went into the house of hearing a world of hurt so
around, jump, jump, get that ass shaking
Jump around, jump, jump, to hit you with a fan favorite
But if you too fly for coach better get get them arms and freaking hands flailing
Jump like Van Halen, and pray for a tailwind
More afraid of success I am of failure
So what does that ya?
That on a grand scale I don't a fuck about nothing
Like mailing his last piece of fan mail
Before he ran straight into the damn

Chill, man,