Luyện nghe bài hát Calm Down

my mic up
my mic up

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

when the cats get down
Sprinkle the ash, you'll get ass kicked, pow!
Frown while I on your crown
Skip grounds 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 traffic dropping them classics, now
I'm making them skip with thou
Art, you don't really want when I growl
Let me come let me come and mop up the knock
I pop off I never stop, cause
What we do? Come through, you lock doors (Pause)
The wolves eat, be by they lockjaws
No need to cook up the coke, you see me raw
And if you ain't have
in the fat fishes of a phenomenal Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is going on? Back with the beat and the raps is
Bang on another song, I'mma have niggas nervous
And clipping nails and dribbling in wetness
And nibble them sunflower seed shell
See these skills got my weight up heavy like three
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the speakers fell the weed smell
your tree fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on email
Talking, I'm sick and I got them shook banging on 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 shit up, minus the
The case is shut, your bitch remind me of my but kind of an ancient slut
Her stomach down she was a basement fuck
Swell up this like I'm sticking sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully wake up
Ragdolling these and attack them like apes in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking while I break 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 keeping over 'em
Until I'm leaving 'em
I got 'em happier a child in a park chasing a duck
When I'm a buck it's funny, niggas be chasing they luck
I be them up like boots when I'm pushing they face in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I fling while I live wire, 'til this shit circling back around
With more fire for me to melt the surface, and back the sound
While I light up shit I toss
I quit worshiping Gods, around
It's certain this shit splatters click paint make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, shit apart it doesn't matter (rip)
head up off your shoulders, bullets bigger than a boulder
Break 'em and they that it's a classic
And the way it's you could easily get your ass kicked
See, me and together we're crazy
Like baking a bomb and a cake like a pastry bitch (we that sick)
Cause I come Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, don't make me wanna spazz
I'm a crazy Israeli, bastards
While I bite the beat up put the sparker in a
I'm chopping your foot off now it's and I'm putting my feet up
Back to the hood and off to the whylin' I'm hoping you protect child
And I been blacking out so niggas is asking if the hook has died, naw
But the beat is

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

a light contagiousness to this tirade
It just make you sick
So irate with this my brain is just like a fucking egg
Is my scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) Narrow minded
But go through such a wide range of this
my rage has gotta squeeze through it sideways
I pulled up in Clive Davis' driveway
With his personal saying he's bi
Waving a nine, a sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" then arrive naked
And straight 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? Maybe I'll take em back in the (Shady)
Stuck out a sore thumb, so I gave em the finger
To take the attention away from my stinking 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 make a distinction cause you fake imitations
Are leaving a bad taste, fuck a bad impression
That's the worst impersonation I've seen and
Who raps nasally, eyes hazily, crazily
But sounds like he may need FLO, nasally speaking?
What kind of stupid question is
Hey Mrs. Abraham
than your husband's fucking brains that were leaking, how'd you think that play was this weekend?
You the real Slim Shady, sit your ass down faggot
See me on a ballot? I'm for class clown
Rich democrat, bitch, so I'm just a
To come fuck up the whole party, me and starting 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 the room trashed, covered in Band-Aids
Glass smashed, champagne splashed 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
you telling 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, internet bloggers
"I sit in front of my all day and comment on
Everything, I'm an on everything, everything sucks, play 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 a wet log, force never 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
as commercial as my fucking leo jet
Jealously'll get you as 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 of hurt so
Jump around, jump, jump, get ass shaking
Jump around, jump, jump, to hit you with a fan favorite
But if you too fly for coach better get them get them and freaking hands flailing
like Van Halen, and pray for a damn tailwind
More afraid of success I am of failure
So what does that ya?
That on a scale I don't give a fuck about nothing
Like Stan mailing his last of fan mail
he ran straight into the damn railing

Chill, man,