Luyện nghe bài hát Panda (Remix)

[Intro: Montana of
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 blown the blamma
I freed all the out the slamma
I with that bag like I'm Santa
Two on my hip like a Pamper
Try to us, get popped like a Fanta
I will with that pole like a dancer
Come up outta that tent like a
Dressed up in all black like a
I'm creepin' and crawlin', no
my face in a flag
Choppa singin' the anthem
I'm shootin' shit,
The clip's in a like banana
He got only one in his grammar
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 Sanders
Oh, I could both of your eyes
Leave your bitch ass lookin' a panda
I get green the hulk, no Atlanta
after they check out my lines like a scanner
Got bitch on my dick, I can't stand her
I hit now she think she all like Amanda
Yeah, you know I ball like
And she me daddy like I'm Danny Tanner
The pink like she fight cancer
I let that bitch give me top on the
Went down from me like Alabama
I came and I made that bitch like the gamma

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

2: Montana of 300]
Turned off her phone to make you think her phone dead
She grabbed my belt 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 ass, pockets hurtin', nigga
Is you fat or skinny Buddy Sherman
I niggas, then dirt a nigga
Klay Thompson got the Stephen with 'em
a warrior we got with a 30 with em
Boy this ain't a game, I ain't with a nigga
Get rappers' head a turban, nigga
Make 'em the heat like a furnace, nigga
If I it at em like a current, nigga
he catchin' bullets, Michael Irvin, nigga
With his magazine this ratchet scene
Ain't no calories, I'll burn a
Put yo' greasy ass in a box
That's churches, nigga, I done murdered
If i'm lyin', then God can strike me down
When I up they gon' invite me out
Stay online shit 'till i sign 'em out
Had to 'em, I took 'em to Nike town
And these bitches, wanna be wifey now
I just did shows, that's ninety thou(sand)
I be drippin'', I know don't like me now
please come and wipe me out
I'm on the air no
With a hoodie on Trayvon
I'll shorten up your lifespan, I waste time to come take time
40 singin', thats Akon
I'm a real shoota, fuck Bond
No screenshot, my gun flash, all headshots, FaceTime
Back to the green, Draymond
Whoo!
But see me, I don't no fuckin' games
You a goofy, a buford the fuckin' lame
You wanna ride on my for some fuckin' fame
Get sent out your block, that's a fuckin' shame
Even you know you not in my fuckin'
I pulled up on you like Birdman
And you not to play with my fuckin' name
I know God gon' be real 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 fuckin'
You a toy boy you ain't got
You ain't hard, nigga you a Woody
his soft ass like some baked cookies
Zip his body up like a hoodie
My dope, I got crack for the fiends
He thought he could see me, he things
He ain't enough to come clash with the king
While you boys was sleepin', I yo' dreams
I'm swaggin', I'm saucin', my fashion clean
I come through some shit that you haven't seen
You gotta be sick, all you do is ride
go get this pussy some vaginal cream
They call me Jabos, got that in my jeans
I'm Jabbar, cause I'm after Kareem
If he crosses the line, my bullets flyin'
give him a 50 like he Zach Lavine
Boy, you just a actor rap like Hakeem
make me come down like the wrestler Sting
Take L's a knight when I slide like a bishop
I'll checkmate your then snatch up your queen
I'm bout to blow like they passed me the
Just got some new gadgets it's a mac a beam
My is Fantasia, whenever I sing
Get wet with this pump when it spits
See, when it come down to bars
I got a whole buncha' lotta' shit
You can pay for knowledge with scholarships
Rap god givin' hip hop it's
find it astonishing
Every line, he's prime like he Optimus
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 labels mad cause he ain't shit
I thank God that I don't owe nobody
Flow an old soul like a moccasin
Go tell 'Ye that I'm Desiigner's shit
I bear hugged a panda then bodied it
You irrelevant, you talk a lotta
You should write a book called "How to a Dick"
Man he fresh, I be on Big Tymer shit
hope I'm signin' with my hockey stick
My 40 got 30 of it
It got Mr. Miyagi's karate
I'll blast off, you up like a rocket ship
Bullets bust in yo' face you poppin' zits
With them and big clubs he be droppin' shit
Zip you up like a onesie, I'm shit