Luyện nghe bài hát Panda (Remix)

[Intro: of 300]
FGE
Fire in the
And all
May
This why they call me the rap god, man

[Verse 1: of 300]
Tony
And bro nem got blown with the
I freed all the out the slamma
I with that bag like I'm Santa
Two straps on my hip a Pamper
Try to us, get popped like a Fanta
I will with that pole like a dancer
Come up outta that tent like a
up in all black like a panther
I'm and crawlin', no tarantula
Bandana my face in a
Choppa singin' the anthem
I'm shit, candid
The clip's in a shape like
He got only one watch in his
Bitch I think I'm with the hammer
A.I. I nicknamed my gun
And yo' question, I stay with the
In the field, I leave yo' ass lyin'
In a hole, you get buried like
Oh, I could both of your eyes
Leave your bitch ass lookin' a panda
I get like the hulk, no Atlanta
Right after they out my lines like a scanner
Got your on my dick, I can't stand her
I hit now she she all that like Amanda
Yeah, you I ball like Evander
And she call me daddy like I'm Tanner
The pink like she fight cancer
I let bitch give me top on the camera
down south from me like Alabama
I came and I made that step like the gamma

[Bridge: Montana of
too fuckin' easy!
Get off me!
I'm just getting warmed up in mothafucka'
Wooh!
Wooh!
Wooh!
Wooh!

[Verse 2: of 300]
Turned off her phone to make you that her phone dead
She grabbed my Gucci buckle, I told her "Go ahead"
She ate my dick and nicknamed it Big Daddy Legs
She gave me so long, I called her ConeHead
You a
You be orders, Good Burger nigga
Old ass, pockets hurtin', nigga
Is you fat or skinny Sherman nigga
I discourage niggas, then dirt a
Klay Thompson got the Curry with 'em
That's a warrior we got with a 30 em
Boy ain't a game, I ain't through with a nigga
Get head like a turban, nigga
Make 'em the heat like a furnace, nigga
If I it at em like a current, nigga
Then he catchin' bullets, Michael Irvin,
With his magazine from ratchet scene
no calories, I'll burn a nigga
Put yo' greasy ass in a box
That's churches, nigga, I done murdered
If i'm lyin', then God can come strike me
I come up they gon' invite me out
Stay talkin' shit 'till i sign 'em out
Had to check 'em, I took 'em to Nike
And bitches, they wanna be wifey now
I did nine shows, that's ninety thou(sand)
I be drippin'', I know don't like me now
Somebody please and wipe me out
I'm on the air no
With a hoodie on Trayvon
I'll shorten up lifespan, I don't waste time to come take time
Black 40 singin', Akon
I'm a real shoota, fuck Bond
No screenshot, my gun flash, all headshots, FaceTime
to the green, like Draymond
Whoo!
But see me, I play no fuckin' games
You a goofy, a from the fuckin' lame
You wanna ride on my for some fuckin' fame
Get sent out from block, that's a fuckin' shame
Even you you not in my fuckin' lane
I pulled up on you like Birdman
And you know not to play with my fuckin'
I God gon' be real disappointed in me
If I choose to come blow out ya fuckin'
Do yo' pussy ass I did What's-His-Name
Take his ass out the game
You a toy boy you ain't got
You ain't hard, you a fake Woody
Cook his soft ass like some cookies
Zip his body up like a Bape
My dope, I got crack for the fiends
He thought he could see me, he things
He enough cash to come clash with the king
While you boys was sleepin', I mastered yo'
I'm swaggin', I'm saucin', my look clean
I come with some shit that you haven't seen
You gotta be sick, all you do is ride
Someone go get pussy some vaginal cream
They call me Jabos, got strap in my jeans
I'm Abdul Jabbar, cause I'm Kareem
If he the line, then my bullets flyin'
I'll give him a 50 like he Zach
Boy, you just a that rap like Hakeem
Don't make me come down like the wrestler
Take L's a knight when I slide like a bishop
I'll checkmate your then snatch up your queen
I'm bout to blow like they passed me the
Just got some new gadgets it's a mac a beam
My gauge is Fantasia, whenever I
Get wet with this when it spits gasoline
See, it come down to them bars
Bitch I got a whole buncha' lotta'
You can pay for this knowledge with
Rap god givin' hip hop oxygen
find it astonishing
Every line, he's prime like he Optimus
Shine like he himself
Had to to the top
He's been blessed, he's the
like Jordan in '96
FGE who we rockin'
Record labels mad he ain't signin' shit
I thank God that I don't owe shit
Flow with an old like a moccasin
Go tell 'Ye I'm killin Desiigner's shit
I bear hugged a panda then bodied it
You irrelevant, you a lotta shit
You write a book called "How to Ride a Dick"
Man he fresh, I be on some Big shit
Bitches hope I'm signin' with my stick
My 40 got 30 of it
It got Mr. Miyagi's karate
I'll off, shoot you up like a rocket ship
Bullets bust in yo' face like you poppin'
With guns and big clubs he be droppin' shit
Zip you up like a onesie, I'm shit