Luyện nghe bài hát Panda (Remix)

[Intro: Montana of
FGE
Fire in the
And all
May
why they call me the fuckin' 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 that bag like I'm Santa
Two straps on my hip a Pamper
Try to us, get popped like a Fanta
I will slide with that like a dancer
Come up outta that tent a camper
Dressed up in all like a panther
I'm creepin' and crawlin', no
Bandana my in a flag
Choppa the national anthem
I'm shit, candid
The in a shape like banana
He got only one watch in his
Bitch I think I'm Thor with the
A.I. what I my gun
And yo' question, I with the answer
In the field, I will leave yo' ass
In a hole, you get buried like
Oh, I black both of your eyes
Leave your bitch ass like a panda
I get like the hulk, no Atlanta
Right after they check out my lines a scanner
Got your bitch on my dick, I can't her
I hit now she she all that like Amanda
Yeah, you know I ball like
And she call me like I'm Danny Tanner
The pussy pink she fight cancer
I let that give me top on the camera
Went south from me like Alabama
I came and I that bitch step like the gamma

Montana of 300]
It's too easy!
Get off me!
I'm getting warmed up in this mothafucka'
Wooh!
Wooh!
Wooh!
Wooh!

[Verse 2: Montana of
Turned off her phone to you think that her phone dead
She grabbed my Gucci buckle, I told her "Go ahead"
She ate my dick and it Big Daddy Long Legs
She gave me dome so long, I called her
You a
You be taking orders, Burger nigga
Old broke ass, pockets hurtin',
Is you fat or skinny Sherman nigga
I discourage niggas, then a nigga
Klay Thompson got the Stephen with 'em
That's a we got with a 30 with em
Boy ain't a game, I ain't through with a nigga
Get head like a turban, nigga
Make 'em feel the like a furnace, nigga
If I wave it at em a current, nigga
he catchin' bullets, Michael Irvin, nigga
With his from this ratchet scene
Ain't no calories, I'll burn a
Put yo' greasy ass in a box
That's churches, nigga, I murdered niggas
If i'm lyin', then God can strike me down
When I come up they gon' me out
online talkin' shit 'till i sign 'em out
Had to check 'em, I took 'em to Nike
And bitches, they wanna be wifey now
I just did shows, that's ninety thou(sand)
I be drippin'', I know don't like me now
Somebody come 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', thats
I'm a real shoota, James Bond
No screenshot, my gun flash, all headshots, that's
Back to the green, like
Whoo!
But see me, I don't play no fuckin'
You a goofy, a buford from the lame
You wanna on my dick for some fuckin' fame
Get sent out from your block, a fuckin' shame
Even you you not in my fuckin' lane
I pulled up on you niggas Birdman
And you know not to play with my fuckin'
I know God gon' be disappointed in me
If I choose to come out ya fuckin' brains
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 some baked cookies
Zip his body up like a Bape
My lyrics dope, I got for the fiends
He thought he see me, he imagining things
He ain't enough cash to come with the king
While you boys was sleepin', I yo' dreams
I'm swaggin', I'm saucin', my fashion look
I come through some shit that you haven't seen
You gotta be sick, all you do is dicks
Someone go get this pussy some vaginal
They call me Jabos, got that strap in my
I'm Abdul Jabbar, cause I'm after
If he crosses the line, then my bullets
give him a 50 like he Zach Lavine
Boy, you just a actor that rap like
Don't make me come like the wrestler Sting
Take L's like a knight I slide like a bishop
I'll your king then snatch up your queen
I'm to blow like they passed me the green
Just got some new gadgets it's a mac with a
My gauge is Fantasia, I sing
Get wet this pump when it spits gasoline
See, when it come to them bars
Bitch I got a whole buncha' lotta'
You can pay for this knowledge scholarships
Rap god givin' hip hop it's
find it astonishing
Every line, he's been prime like he
like he polished himself
Had to to the top
been blessed, he's the best
He's Jordan in '96
FGE who we rockin'
Record labels mad cause he signin' shit
I thank God I don't owe nobody shit
with an old soul like a moccasin
Go 'Ye that I'm killin Desiigner's shit
I just hugged a panda then bodied it
You irrelevant, you talk a shit
You should a book called "How to Ride a Dick"
Man he fresh, I be on some Big Tymer
Bitches hope I'm signin' my hockey 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 like you poppin'
With them guns and big clubs he be droppin'
Zip you up like a onesie, I'm poppin'