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 nigga
(Steady on the left) it, blackout 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
traffic dropping them classics, flip now
Bitches I'm them skip with thou
Art, you don't really 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 better lock (Pause)
The wolves eat, be by they lockjaws
No to cook up the coke, you see me chop 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 is callous
on another song, I'mma have these niggas nervous
And clipping they and dribbling in wetness
And nibble like sunflower seed shell
See these skills got my weight up like three whales
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the speakers fell into the smell
Nigga tree fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on email
Talking, I'm sick and I got them shook on retail until they cripple
See I cook I'm slanging a weed sale
And I triple gram and whoop 'em and drag 'em like
Oh see well, these niggas already know the way that I shit up, minus the details
The case is shut, your remind me of my replacement but kind of an ancient slut
Her stomach down like she was a basement
Swell up this shit I'm sticking sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I wake niggas up
Ragdolling these niggas and attack them like in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking while I break niggas like a bracelet, fuck
It's kinda like me having a case in the truck and 'til I'm blasted
All ratchet and racing keeping '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 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 fling I spit live wire, 'til this shit circling back around
With fire for me to melt the brake's surface, and back the sound
I light up shit that I toss
I quit worshiping Gods, 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)
head up off your shoulders, bullets bigger than a boulder
Break 'em and they know that it's a
And the way it's going you could easily get your ass
See, me and Shady together we're
Like baking a bomb and a rabies cake a pastry bitch (we that sick)
Cause I come from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, don't me wanna spazz
Like I'm a crazy Israeli,
I bite the beat up put the sparker in a heater
I'm your foot off now it's mine and I'm putting my feet up
Back to the hood and off to the whylin' I'm hoping you 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 down
(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, down nigga
(Steady on the left) Fuck em, out nigga

There's a light contagiousness to this
It just might you sick
So with this my brain is just like a fucking fried egg
Is my mind scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) minded
But go through a wide range of this emotion
That my rage has gotta squeeze through it
I just up in Clive Davis' driveway
his personal memoir saying he's bi
Waving a nine, a sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" then arrive naked
And drive straight through the gay parade Yippee-Ki-Yay
Cause here I- wait, did the 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 the attention away from my stinking face it was bringing
Changed the whole complexion of the game, but in case you was thinking
An inkling of replacing the kingpin, you're crazy, wasting your ink then
So if this is any of what you may be facing
You better make a distinction cause you imitations
Are leaving a bad taste, fuck a bad impression
the worst impersonation I've ever seen and
Who raps nasally, hazily, rhymes crazily
But like he may need some FLO, nasally speaking?
What kind of stupid is that?
Hey Mrs. Lincoln
Other your husband's fucking brains that were leaking, how'd you think that play was this weekend?
You ain't the real 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 Flipmode a campaign
To have every campus on a rampage
Act my goddamn I am eight, so let's get smashed
And wake up the next day 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 radio when I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD
I almost fell on the wake up show
Fuck you telling me, fools? I was living
Raising hell up in shoes Penelope Cruz was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it like a sick pet
You're fucking with vets dawg, fucking internet
"I sit in front of my computer all day and on
Everything, I'm an expert on everything, everything sucks, the next song"
Guess if I hopped out your freaking laptop, you idiot
With and kicked the living shit out of you, I'd be dead wrong
Son of God I'm not soft like a wet log, force never 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 stepped on
Bout as as my fucking leo jet
Jealously'll get you as green as a Pet
I can see that you're upset, dawg
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you went into the of pain hearing a world of hurt so
Jump around, jump, jump, get that ass
Jump around, jump, jump, came to hit you a fan favorite
But if you too fly for coach better get get them arms 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 grand scale I don't give a about nothing
Like Stan his last piece of fan mail
Before he ran straight into the damn

Chill, man,