Luyện nghe bài hát Calm Down

my mic up
my mic up

(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) it, blackout 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 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
Stop dropping them classics, flip now
Bitches I'm making them skip thou
Art, you don't really want that when I
Let me let me come and mop up the knock offs
When I pop off I stop, cause
we do? Come through, you better lock doors (Pause)
The wanna eat, be by they lockjaws
No need to cook up the coke, you see me raw
And if you have enough
What in the fat fishes of a Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is going on? Back with the beat and the raps is
on another song, I'mma have these niggas nervous
And clipping nails and dribbling in wetness
And nibble like sunflower seed shell
See these skills got my weight up heavy like three
And I shit on 'til the speakers fell into the weed smell
your tree fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on email
Talking, I'm sick and I got them banging on retail until they cripple
See I like I'm slanging a weed sale
And I triple gram and whoop 'em and drag 'em like
Oh see well, these niggas know the way that I fuck shit up, minus the details
The case is shut, your remind me of my replacement but kind of an ancient slut
Her stomach down she was a basement fuck
up this shit like I'm sticking sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I wake 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 like me having a case in the truck and drinking 'til I'm blasted
All ratchet and keeping over '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 funny, niggas be chasing they luck
I be lacing up like boots when I'm pushing they face in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I fling while I spit wire, 'til this shit circling back around
With more fire for me to the brake's surface, and back the sound
While I up shit that I toss
I quit worshiping Gods, around
certain this shit 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 that a classic
And the way it's going you could easily get your ass
See, me and Shady together crazy
Like baking a bomb and a rabies cake like a pastry (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 mine and I'm my feet up
Back to the hood and off to the whylin' I'm hoping you 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, calm nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the left) Fuck em, black out

a light contagiousness to this tirade
It just might make you
So irate with this my brain is just like a fucking egg
Is my mind scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) minded
But go through such a wide range of emotion
That my has gotta squeeze through it sideways
I just pulled up in Clive driveway
With his personal memoir he's bi
Waving a nine, a sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" then arrive naked
And drive through 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? I'll take em back in the times (Shady)
out like a sore thumb, so I gave em the finger
To take the attention away from my face it was bringing
Changed the complexion of the game, but just in case you was thinking
An inkling of replacing the kingpin, you're crazy, wasting your ink then
So if this is any indication of what you may be
You better make a distinction cause you imitations
Are leaving a bad taste, making a bad impression
the worst impersonation I've ever seen and
Who raps nasally, hazily, rhymes crazily
But sounds like he may need some FLO, speaking?
What kind of stupid question is
Hey Mrs. Abraham
Other than your husband's fucking brains that were leaking, how'd you think that play was this
You the real Slim Shady, sit your ass down faggot
See me on a ballot? I'm running for class
Rich democrat, bitch, so I'm a candidate
To come fuck up the whole party, me and Flipmode a campaign
To every campus 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, covered in
Glass ashtray smashed, splashed on the lampshades
But this ain't up for debate, this is
Shady for president, ho, don't make me go it back to the days of old
Where Sway and radio when I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD
I almost asleep on the wake up show
Fuck you telling me, fools? I was shock
Raising hell up in shoes when Cruz was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it down like a pet
You're fucking with dawg, fucking internet bloggers
"I sit in of my computer all day and comment on
Everything, I'm an expert on everything, sucks, play the next song"
Guess if I hopped out your freaking laptop, you prick
With Biggie and 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 of self-esteem that I sweat fog
Yes, yes y'all, on the left, y'all
Step off of it or you get on soft
Bout as as my fucking leo jet
get you as green as a Chia 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
Jump around, jump, jump, get that ass
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 Van Halen, and pray for a damn tailwind
afraid of success than I am of failure
So what does that ya?
That on a grand scale I don't give a about nothing
Like Stan mailing his last of fan mail
Before he ran into the damn railing

Chill, man,