Luyện nghe bài hát Calm Down 3.0

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) 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 grounds will appear on the 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
Bitches I'm making skip with thou
Art, you don't really want that when I
Let me come let me come and mop up the offs
When I pop off I never stop,
we do? Come through, you better lock doors (Pause)
The wolves wanna eat, be by 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 on? Back with the beat and the raps is callous
Bang on another song, have these niggas nervous
And clipping they and dribbling in wetness
And nibble them like seed shell
See these skills got my weight up like three whales
And I shit on Ishamels the speakers fell into the weed smell
Nigga your fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on email
Talking, I'm sick and I got them shook banging on retail they cripple
See I like I'm slanging a weed sale
And I triple gram and whoop 'em and drag 'em females
Oh see well, these niggas know the way that I fuck shit up, minus the details
The is shut, your bitch 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 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 case in the truck and drinking I'm blasted
All ratchet and keeping over 'em blacking
I'm leaving 'em stuck
I got 'em happier a child in a park chasing a duck
When I'm chasing a buck it's funny, be chasing they luck
I be lacing them up like boots I'm pushing they face in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I fling while I live wire, 'til this shit circling back around
more fire for me to melt the brake's surface, and back the sound
While I up shit that I toss
I quit worshiping Gods, around
It's certain this shit click paint that'll make 'em scatter
the way I shatter, split shit apart it doesn't matter (rip)
Your head up off your shoulders, bullets bigger a boulder
Break 'em and they know that it's a
And the way it's going you could easily get ass kicked
See, me and Shady we're crazy
Like baking a bomb and a cake like a pastry bitch (we that sick)
Cause I from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, don't make me wanna spazz
Like I'm a crazy Israeli,
While I bite the beat up put the in a heater
I'm chopping foot off now it's mine and I'm putting my feet up
Back to the and off to the whylin' I'm hoping you protect your child
And I been out so long 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 down
(Steady on the right) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the left) Fuck em, out nigga

There's a light contagiousness to tirade
It just make you sick
So irate this my brain is just like a fucking fried egg
Is my mind (Cause I'm lit) Narrow minded
But go through such a wide range of emotion
That my rage has gotta through it sideways
I just up in Clive Davis' 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 through the gay pride 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 take em back in the (Shady)
Stuck out a sore thumb, so I gave em the finger
To take the attention from my stinking face it was bringing
Changed the whole complexion of the game, but just in case you was
An inkling of the kingpin, you're crazy, you're wasting your ink then
So if this is any indication of you may be facing
You better a distinction cause you fake imitations
Are a bad taste, fuck making a bad impression
That's the worst impersonation I've seen and
Who nasally, eyes 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 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 a candidate
To come up the whole party, me and Flipmode starting a campaign
To have every campus on a rampage
Act my goddamn age? I am eight, so get smashed
And up the next day with the room trashed, covered in Band-Aids
ashtray smashed, champagne splashed 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 and Tech radio when I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD
I fell asleep on the wake up show
Fuck you telling me, fools? I was living
Raising hell up in shoes when Penelope Cruz was still developing
Me and Bus put it like 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, the next song"
Guess if I hopped out your laptop, you idiot prick
Biggie 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, steady on the left,
Step off of it or you get on soft
Bout as commercial as my leo jet
Jealously'll get you as as a Chia Pet
I can see that visibly upset, dawg
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you into the house of pain hearing a world 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 arms and freaking flailing
like Van Halen, and pray for a damn tailwind
More afraid of success than I am of
So what does tell ya?
That on a grand scale I don't give a about nothing
Stan mailing his last piece of fan mail
Before he ran straight into the damn

Chill, man,