Luyện nghe bài hát Panda (Remix)

[Intro: Montana of
FGE
Fire in the
And all
May
This why call me the fuckin' rap god, man

[Verse 1: Montana of
Tony
And bro nem got with the blamma
I freed all the out the slamma
I came that bag like I'm Santa
Two on my hip like a Pamper
Try to us, get popped like a Fanta
I will slide with that pole a dancer
Come up outta tent like a camper
Dressed up in all black like a
I'm creepin' and crawlin', no
Bandana my in a flag
Choppa singin' the anthem
I'm shit, candid
The clip's in a like banana
He got one watch in his grammar
Bitch I I'm Thor with the hammer
A.I. I nicknamed my gun
And yo' question, I with the answer
In the field, I will leave yo' ass
In a hole, you get buried Sanders
Oh, I could black both of eyes
Leave your bitch ass lookin' like a
I get green the hulk, no Atlanta
Right after check out my lines like a scanner
Got your bitch on my dick, I can't her
I hit now she she all that like Amanda
Yeah, you I ball like Evander
And she call me daddy I'm Danny Tanner
The pussy pink like she cancer
I let that give me top on the camera
Went down south me like Alabama
I came and I made that bitch step the gamma

[Bridge: of 300]
too fuckin' easy!
Get off me!
I'm just getting up in this 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 Long Legs
She gave me so long, I called her ConeHead
You a
You be taking orders, Good Burger
Old broke ass, pockets hurtin',
Is you fat or skinny Buddy Sherman
I discourage niggas, then a nigga
Klay Thompson got the Curry with 'em
That's a warrior we got a 30 with em
Boy ain't a game, I ain't through with a nigga
Get rappers' like a turban, nigga
Make 'em feel the like a furnace, nigga
If I wave it at em a current, nigga
Then he catchin' bullets, Michael Irvin,
With his magazine this ratchet scene
Ain't no calories, burn a nigga
Put yo' ass in a fuckin' box
That's churches, nigga, I murdered niggas
If i'm lyin', God can come strike me down
When I come up they invite me out
online talkin' shit 'till i sign 'em out
Had to check 'em, I took 'em to town
And these bitches, wanna be wifey now
I just did nine shows, 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
a hoodie on like Trayvon
I'll shorten up your lifespan, I don't waste time to come take
Black 40 singin', Akon
I'm a real shoota, fuck James
No screenshot, my gun flash, all headshots, FaceTime
Back to the green, like
Whoo!
But see me, I don't play no fuckin'
You a goofy, a buford the fuckin' lame
You wanna ride on my dick for some fame
Get out from your block, that's a fuckin' shame
Even you know you not in my lane
I pulled up on you niggas like
And you know not to play with my name
I know God gon' be real in me
If I choose to come blow out ya brains
Do yo' pussy ass like I did
his ass out the fuckin' game
You a toy boy you ain't got
You ain't hard, you a fake Woody
his soft ass like some baked cookies
Zip his up like a Bape hoodie
My lyrics dope, I got crack for the
He thought he could see me, he things
He ain't enough cash to come clash with the
While you boys was sleepin', I mastered yo'
I'm swaggin', I'm saucin', my fashion look
I come through with some shit that you haven't
You gotta be sick, all you do is ride
go get this pussy some vaginal cream
They call me Jabos, got strap in my jeans
I'm Abdul Jabbar, cause I'm Kareem
If he crosses the line, my bullets flyin'
I'll give him a 50 like he Zach
Boy, you just a actor rap like Hakeem
Don't make me down like the wrestler Sting
Take L's a knight when I slide like a bishop
I'll checkmate your king snatch up your queen
I'm bout to blow like passed me the green
Just got some new gadgets a mac with a beam
My gauge is Fantasia, I sing
Get wet with this pump when it spits
See, when it down to them bars
Bitch I got a whole lotta' shit
You can pay for this knowledge with
Rap god givin' hip hop oxygen
find it astonishing
Every line, he's been prime like he
Shine like he polished
Had to to the top
He's blessed, he's the best
He's Jordan in '96
FGE who we with
Record mad cause he ain't signin' shit
I thank God that I owe nobody shit
Flow with an old soul like a
Go 'Ye that I'm killin Desiigner's shit
I just hugged a panda then bodied it
You irrelevant, you a lotta shit
You should 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 kick
I'll blast off, shoot you up like a rocket
Bullets bust in yo' face you poppin' zits
them guns and big clubs he be droppin' shit
Zip you up a onesie, I'm poppin' shit