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

Know the cats get down
Sprinkle the ash, you'll get ass kicked, pow!
Frown while I 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
traffic dropping them classics, flip now
Bitches I'm making them with thou
Art, you really want that when I growl
Let me come let me come and mop up the offs
When I pop off I never stop,
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 enough
What in the fat of a phenomenal Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is going on? with the beat and the raps is callous
Bang on another song, I'mma have these nervous
And clipping nails and dribbling in wetness
And nibble them sunflower seed shell
See these skills got my weight up like three whales
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the speakers fell the weed smell
Nigga your tree fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on
Talking, I'm sick and I got them shook banging on retail until they
See I cook like I'm slanging a 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 down like she was a basement fuck
up this shit like I'm sticking sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I wake niggas up
Ragdolling these niggas and attack like apes in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking I break niggas neck like a bracelet, fuck
It's kinda like me 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 than a child in a park chasing a duck
When I'm chasing a buck it's funny, be chasing they luck
I be lacing up like boots when I'm pushing they face in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I while I spit 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, look
It's certain this shit splatters click paint that'll 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, shit apart it doesn't matter (rip)
Your head up off your shoulders, bullets bigger than a
Break 'em and they know that it's a
And the way it's going you could easily get your ass
See, me and together we're crazy
baking a bomb and a rabies cake like a pastry bitch (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 bite the 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 and off to the whylin' I'm hoping you protect your child
And I been blacking out so long niggas is if the hook has died, naw
But the is fried

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

There's a light to this tirade
It just might make you
So irate with this my brain is just 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 through it sideways
I just pulled up in Clive driveway
With his personal memoir he's bi
a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" then arrive 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 Maybe I'll take em back in the times (Shady)
Stuck out like a thumb, so I gave em the finger
To take the away from my stinking face it was bringing
the whole complexion of the game, but just in case you was thinking
An inkling of the kingpin, you're crazy, you're wasting your ink then
So if is any indication 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 seen and
Who nasally, eyes hazily, rhymes crazily
But sounds like he may some FLO, nasally speaking?
kind of stupid question is that?
Hey Mrs. Abraham
Other than your husband's fucking brains that were leaking, how'd you think that was this weekend?
You ain't the real Slim Shady, sit your ass 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 have every on a fucking rampage
Act my goddamn age? I am eight, so let's get
And up the next day with the room trashed, covered in Band-Aids
Glass ashtray smashed, champagne on the lampshades
But this ain't up for debate, this is
Shady for president, ho, don't make me go take it back to the of old
Where Sway and Tech radio when I was taking so NoDoz and LSD
I fell asleep on the wake up show
Fuck you telling me, I was living shock
Raising hell up in shoes when Cruz was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it down a sick pet
fucking with vets dawg, fucking internet bloggers
"I sit in of my computer all day and comment on
Everything, I'm an on everything, everything sucks, play the next song"
Guess if I hopped out freaking laptop, you idiot prick
With and kicked the living shit out of you, I'd be dead wrong
Son of God I'm not like a wet log, force never gets clogged
I'm so full of self-esteem I sweat fog
Yes, yes y'all, steady on the left,
off of it or you get stepped on soft
Bout as commercial as my leo jet
Jealously'll get you as 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
Jump around, jump, jump, get 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 flailing
Jump Van Halen, and pray for a damn tailwind
More of success than I am of failure
So what does tell ya?
That on a grand scale I don't give a fuck about
Like Stan his last piece of fan mail
Before he ran into the damn railing

Chill, man,