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
Mon-tana
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 check us, get popped like a
I will slide with that pole 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 the national anthem
I'm shootin' shit,
The clip's in a shape like
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 will leave yo' ass
In a hole, you get buried Sanders
Oh, I could both of your eyes
Leave your bitch ass lookin' like a
I get like the hulk, no Atlanta
Right after they check out my lines like a
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 Tanner
The pink like she fight cancer
I let bitch give me top on the camera
Went down south from me like
I came and I made bitch step like the gamma

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

2: Montana of 300]
Turned off her phone to make you that her phone dead
She grabbed my Gucci belt buckle, I her "Go ahead"
She ate my and nicknamed 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, hurtin', nigga
Is you fat or skinny Sherman nigga
I discourage niggas, dirt a nigga
Klay Thompson got the Stephen Curry 'em
That's a warrior we got a 30 with em
Boy this ain't a game, I ain't through a nigga
Get head like a turban, nigga
Make 'em feel the heat a furnace, nigga
If I it at em like a current, nigga
Then he catchin' bullets, Michael Irvin,
his magazine from this ratchet scene
Ain't no calories, I'll a nigga
Put yo' ass in a fuckin' box
That's churches, nigga, I done niggas
If i'm lyin', then God can come me down
When I come up they invite me out
Stay talkin' shit 'till i sign 'em out
Had to check 'em, I took 'em to town
And these bitches, they wanna be now
I just did nine shows, that's thou(sand)
I be drippin'', I they don't like me now
Somebody please come and me out
I'm on the air no
With a on like Trayvon
I'll shorten up your lifespan, I don't waste time to come time
40 singin', thats Akon
I'm a real shoota, fuck Bond
No screenshot, my gun flash, all headshots, that's
Back to the green, like
Whoo!
But see me, I play no fuckin' games
You a goofy, a buford from the lame
You ride on my dick for some fuckin' fame
Get sent out from your block, that's a fuckin'
you know you not in my fuckin' lane
I pulled up on you like Birdman
And you know not to with my fuckin' name
I know God gon' be disappointed in me
If I to come blow out ya fuckin' brains
Do yo' pussy ass like I did
his ass out the fuckin' game
You a toy boy you ain't got
You hard, nigga you a fake Woody
Cook his soft ass like baked cookies
Zip his body up a Bape hoodie
My dope, I got crack for the fiends
He thought he could see me, he imagining
He ain't cash to come clash with the king
you boys was sleepin', I mastered yo' dreams
I'm swaggin', I'm saucin', my fashion look
I come through with some that you haven't seen
You gotta be sick, all you do is ride
Someone go get pussy some vaginal cream
call me Jabos, got that strap in my jeans
I'm Abdul Jabbar, cause I'm Kareem
If he crosses the line, then my flyin'
I'll give him a 50 like he Lavine
Boy, you just a actor that rap Hakeem
Don't make me come 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 like they passed me the green
Just got some new gadgets it's a mac a beam
My gauge is Fantasia, I sing
Get wet with this when it spits gasoline
See, when it down to them bars
Bitch I got a buncha' lotta' shit
You can pay for this knowledge with
Rap god givin' hip hop it's
find it astonishing
Every line, he's prime like he Optimus
like he polished himself
Had to to the top
He's been blessed, he's the
like Jordan in '96
FGE who we with
Record labels mad he ain't 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 a lotta shit
You should write a 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. karate kick
blast off, shoot you up like a rocket ship
Bullets bust in yo' face like you poppin'
With them and big clubs he be droppin' shit
Zip you up like a onesie, I'm poppin'