Luyện nghe bài hát Panda (Remix)

[Intro: Montana of
FGE
in the Church
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 freed all the guys out the
I with that bag like I'm Santa
Two on my hip like a Pamper
Try to check us, get like a Fanta
I slide with that pole like a dancer
Come up outta tent like a camper
Dressed up in all black like a
I'm and crawlin', no tarantula
my face in a flag
Choppa singin' the national
I'm shootin' shit,
The clip's in a like banana
He got one watch in his grammar
Bitch I I'm Thor with the hammer
A.I. what I my gun
And yo' question, I stay the answer
In the field, I leave yo' ass lyin'
In a hole, you get buried like
Oh, I could black both of your
Leave your bitch ass lookin' a panda
I get green the hulk, no Atlanta
Right after check out my lines like a scanner
Got bitch on my dick, I can't stand her
I hit now she think she all that Amanda
Yeah, you know I ball Evander
And she call me daddy like I'm Tanner
The pink like she fight cancer
I let that bitch give me top on the
Went south from me like Alabama
I came and I made that bitch step like the

[Bridge: of 300]
too fuckin' easy!
Get off me!
I'm just getting warmed up in this
Wooh!
Wooh!
Wooh!
Wooh!

2: Montana of 300]
Turned off her phone to make you think that her dead
She my Gucci belt buckle, I told her "Go ahead"
She ate my and nicknamed it Big Daddy Long Legs
She gave me dome so long, I her ConeHead
You a
You be taking orders, Burger nigga
Old broke ass, hurtin', nigga
Is you fat or skinny Sherman nigga
I discourage niggas, dirt a nigga
Klay Thompson got the Stephen Curry 'em
a warrior we got with a 30 with em
Boy this ain't a game, I ain't through a nigga
Get rappers' head like a turban,
Make 'em feel the heat a furnace, nigga
If I wave it at em a current, nigga
Then he bullets, Michael Irvin, nigga
With his magazine from this ratchet
Ain't no calories, I'll burn a
Put yo' ass in a fuckin' box
That's churches, nigga, I done niggas
If i'm lyin', God can come strike me down
I come up they gon' invite me out
Stay online talkin' 'till i sign 'em out
Had to 'em, I took 'em to Nike town
And these bitches, they wanna be now
I just did shows, that's ninety thou(sand)
I be drippin'', I know they like me now
Somebody please come and me out
I'm on the air no
With a hoodie on Trayvon
I'll shorten up your lifespan, I don't time to come take time
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 from the fuckin' lame
You wanna on my dick for some fuckin' fame
Get sent out from your block, that's a shame
Even you you not in my fuckin' lane
I up on you niggas like Birdman
And you know not to play with my fuckin'
I know God gon' be real in me
If I choose to blow out ya fuckin' brains
Do yo' ass like I did What's-His-Name
Take his ass out the game
You a toy boy you ain't got
You ain't hard, nigga you a fake
Cook his soft ass like baked cookies
Zip his body up a Bape hoodie
My lyrics dope, I got for the fiends
He thought he could see me, he imagining
He ain't enough cash to come clash with the
While you was sleepin', I mastered yo' dreams
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 dicks
go get this pussy some vaginal cream
They call me Jabos, got strap in my jeans
I'm Abdul Jabbar, I'm after Kareem
If he the line, then my bullets flyin'
I'll him a 50 like he Zach Lavine
Boy, you just a actor that rap like
Don't make me come down the wrestler Sting
Take L's like a knight when I like a bishop
checkmate 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 a beam
My gauge is Fantasia, whenever I
Get wet this pump when it spits gasoline
See, when it come down to them
Bitch I got a whole buncha' lotta'
You can pay for this with scholarships
Rap god hip hop it's oxygen
They find it
Every line, he's been prime like he
Shine like he polished
Had to to the top
He's been blessed, he's the
He's like in '96
FGE who we with
Record labels mad he ain't signin' shit
I God that I don't owe nobody shit
with an old soul like a moccasin
Go tell 'Ye that I'm Desiigner's shit
I just bear a panda then bodied it
You irrelevant, you talk a shit
You write a book called "How to Ride a Dick"
Man he fresh, I be on some Big Tymer
Bitches I'm signin' with my hockey stick
My 40 got 30 of it
It got Mr. Miyagi's karate
blast off, shoot you up like a rocket ship
Bullets bust in yo' face like you zits
With them guns and big clubs he be droppin'
Zip you up like a onesie, I'm shit