Luyện nghe bài hát Calm Down

my mic up
my mic up

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

when the cats get down
Sprinkle the ash, get your ass kicked, pow!
Frown while I 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
traffic dropping them classics, flip now
Bitches I'm making them with 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 up the coke, you see me chop 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
Bang on song, I'mma have these niggas nervous
And clipping nails and dribbling in wetness
And them like sunflower seed shell
See these skills got my weight up heavy like three
And I on Ishamels 'til the speakers fell into the weed smell
Nigga 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 cook I'm slanging a weed sale
And I triple gram and whoop 'em and 'em like females
Oh see well, these niggas know the way that I fuck shit up, minus the details
The case is shut, your bitch remind me of my replacement but kind of an 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 niggas and attack them like apes in the cut
I'm for the taking while I break niggas neck like a bracelet, fuck
It's kinda like me having a case in the truck and 'til I'm blasted
All ratchet and keeping over 'em blacking
I'm leaving 'em stuck
I got 'em than a child in a park chasing a duck
When I'm chasing a buck it's funny, niggas be they luck
I be lacing them up like boots when I'm pushing face in the mud (ahh)
I fling while I spit live wire, 'til this shit circling back around
With more for me to melt the brake's surface, and back the sound
While I up shit that I toss
I worshiping Gods, look around
It's certain this shit splatters click that'll make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split shit apart it doesn't (rip)
Your head up off shoulders, bullets bigger than a boulder
Break 'em and know that it's a classic
And the way going you could easily get your ass kicked
See, me and Shady we're crazy
Like baking a 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 crazy Israeli,
While I the beat up put the sparker in a heater
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 you protect your 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 nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm nigga
(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) Fuck em, black out

There's a light contagiousness to this
It just might you sick
So irate with this my brain is like a fucking fried egg
Is my scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) Narrow minded
But go through such a range of this emotion
my rage has gotta squeeze through it sideways
I just up in Clive Davis' driveway
With his personal memoir saying bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, his ride, making him cry "rape" then arrive naked
And drive straight the gay pride parade 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)
Stuck out like a 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 you was thinking
An inkling of replacing the kingpin, crazy, you're wasting your ink then
So if this is any indication of what you may be
You better make a distinction cause you fake
Are a bad taste, fuck making a bad impression
That's the impersonation I've ever seen and
Who raps nasally, eyes hazily, crazily
But sounds like he may some FLO, nasally speaking?
What kind of stupid question is
Hey Mrs. Lincoln
Other than your husband's brains that 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 I'm running for class clown
Rich democrat, bitch, so I'm a candidate
To come fuck up the whole party, me and starting a campaign
To have every campus on a rampage
Act my goddamn age? I am eight, so get smashed
And wake up the next day with the 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, make me go take it back to the days of old
Where Sway and Tech radio when I was so much NoDoz and LSD
I almost fell on the wake up show
Fuck you me, fools? I was living shock
hell up in shoes when Penelope Cruz was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it down a sick pet
You're fucking with vets dawg, fucking bloggers
"I sit in front of my all day and comment on
Everything, I'm an expert on everything, everything sucks, play the song"
Guess if I out your freaking laptop, you idiot 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 full of self-esteem I sweat fog
Yes, yes y'all, steady on the left,
Step off of it or you get stepped on
as commercial as my fucking leo jet
Jealously'll get you as as a Chia Pet
I can see that you're upset, dawg
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you went into the house of pain 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 like Van Halen, and for a damn tailwind
More afraid of success I am of failure
So what does tell ya?
That on a grand scale I don't a fuck about nothing
Like Stan mailing his piece of fan mail
Before he ran straight into the railing

Chill, man,