Luyện nghe bài hát Panda (Remix)

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

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

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

[Verse 2: Montana of
Turned off her to make you think that her phone dead
She my Gucci belt buckle, I told her "Go ahead"
She ate my dick and nicknamed it Big Long Legs
She gave me dome so long, I called her
You a
You be taking orders, Good Burger
Old ass, pockets hurtin', nigga
Is you fat or skinny Sherman nigga
I niggas, then dirt a nigga
Klay got the Stephen Curry with 'em
That's a warrior we got with a 30 em
Boy this ain't a game, I ain't with a nigga
Get head like a turban, nigga
Make 'em feel the heat like a furnace,
If I wave it at em a current, nigga
Then he catchin' bullets, Irvin, nigga
With his magazine from ratchet scene
Ain't no calories, I'll a nigga
Put yo' greasy ass in a box
That's churches, nigga, I murdered niggas
If i'm lyin', God can come strike me down
When I come up gon' invite me out
Stay online talkin' shit i sign 'em out
Had to 'em, I took 'em to Nike town
And bitches, they wanna be wifey now
I just did shows, that's ninety thou(sand)
I be drippin'', I know they don't me now
Somebody please come and me out
I'm on the air no
a hoodie on like Trayvon
I'll shorten up your lifespan, I waste time to come take time
Black 40 singin', Akon
I'm a real shoota, fuck James
No screenshot, my gun flash, all headshots, that's
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 dick for some fuckin'
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 know God be real disappointed in me
If I choose to come blow out ya fuckin'
Do yo' ass like I did What's-His-Name
Take his ass out the game
You a toy boy you got Buzz
You hard, nigga you a fake Woody
Cook his ass like some baked cookies
Zip his body up a Bape hoodie
My dope, I got crack for the fiends
He thought he could see me, he things
He ain't enough cash to clash with the king
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 seen
You gotta be sick, all you do is dicks
Someone go get this pussy some cream
They call me Jabos, got strap in my jeans
I'm Abdul Jabbar, cause I'm after
If he crosses the line, then my flyin'
I'll give him a 50 he Zach Lavine
Boy, you just a that 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 king then snatch up your queen
I'm bout to blow they passed me the green
Just got some new gadgets a mac with a beam
My is Fantasia, whenever I sing
Get wet with this when it spits gasoline
See, it come down to them bars
Bitch I got a buncha' lotta' shit
You can pay for this with scholarships
Rap god hip hop it's oxygen
find it astonishing
Every line, been prime like he Optimus
Shine like he himself
Had to to the top
been blessed, he's the best
He's like in '96
FGE who we rockin'
Record labels mad cause he signin' shit
I thank God that I don't owe shit
Flow with an old soul like a
Go 'Ye that I'm killin Desiigner's shit
I just bear hugged a panda then it
You irrelevant, you talk a lotta
You write a book called "How to Ride a Dick"
Man he fresh, I be on some Big shit
Bitches I'm signin' with my hockey stick
My 40 got 30 of it
It got Mr. Miyagi's kick
I'll off, shoot you up like a rocket ship
Bullets bust in yo' face like you zits
With them guns and big he be droppin' shit
Zip you up like a onesie, I'm shit