Luyện nghe bài hát Panda (Remix)

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

[Verse 1: of 300]
Tony
And bro nem got blown with the
I all the guys out the slamma
I came with bag like I'm Santa
Two straps on my hip like a
Try to check us, get popped a Fanta
I will slide with pole like a dancer
Come up outta that tent a camper
Dressed up in all black a panther
I'm creepin' and crawlin', no
my face in a flag
Choppa singin' the national
I'm shootin' shit,
The clip's in a shape banana
He got one watch in his grammar
Bitch I think I'm with the hammer
A.I. I nicknamed my gun
And yo' question, I stay with the
In the field, I leave yo' ass lyin'
In a hole, you get buried like
Oh, I black both of your eyes
Leave bitch ass lookin' like a panda
I get like the hulk, no Atlanta
Right after they check out my lines like a
Got your bitch on my dick, I stand her
I hit now she she all that like Amanda
Yeah, you know I ball like
And she call me daddy like I'm Tanner
The pussy pink she fight cancer
I let that give me top on the camera
down 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 just getting warmed up in this
Wooh!
Wooh!
Wooh!
Wooh!

[Verse 2: of 300]
Turned off her phone to make you think that her dead
She grabbed my belt buckle, I told her "Go ahead"
She ate my dick and nicknamed it Big Daddy Legs
She gave me so long, I called her ConeHead
You a
You be orders, Good Burger nigga
Old ass, pockets hurtin', nigga
Is you fat or skinny Sherman nigga
I niggas, then dirt a nigga
Klay Thompson got the Stephen with 'em
That's a warrior we got a 30 with em
Boy ain't a game, I ain't through with a nigga
Get rappers' like a turban, nigga
Make 'em feel the heat a furnace, nigga
If I wave it at em a current, nigga
Then he catchin' bullets, Michael Irvin,
his magazine from this ratchet scene
Ain't no calories, burn a nigga
Put yo' ass in a fuckin' box
That's churches, nigga, I murdered niggas
If i'm lyin', then God can strike me down
When I come up they invite me out
Stay online talkin' shit 'till i 'em out
Had to 'em, I took 'em to Nike town
And bitches, they wanna be wifey now
I did nine shows, that's ninety thou(sand)
I be drippin'', I know they don't me now
please come and wipe me out
I'm on the air no
With a hoodie on like
I'll shorten up your lifespan, I don't waste time to come time
Black 40 singin', Akon
I'm a real shoota, fuck James
No screenshot, my gun flash, all headshots, that's
Back to the green, like
Whoo!
But see me, I don't no fuckin' games
You a goofy, a buford from the lame
You ride on my dick for some fuckin' fame
Get out from your block, that's a fuckin' shame
Even you know you not in my fuckin'
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 out ya fuckin' brains
Do yo' pussy ass like I did
his ass out the fuckin' game
You a toy boy you got Buzz
You hard, nigga you a fake Woody
Cook his soft ass like baked cookies
Zip his body up a Bape hoodie
My lyrics dope, I got for the fiends
He he could see me, he imagining 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 look
I come through with some that you haven't seen
You be sick, all you do is ride dicks
Someone go get this some vaginal cream
They call me Jabos, got strap in my jeans
I'm Abdul Jabbar, I'm after 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 down like the wrestler
Take L's a knight when I slide like a bishop
I'll checkmate king then snatch up your queen
I'm bout to like 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, when it come to them bars
Bitch I got a whole lotta' shit
You can pay for this knowledge with
Rap god givin' hip hop it's
They it astonishing
Every line, he's been prime like he
Shine he polished himself
Had to to the top
been blessed, he's the best
He's Jordan in '96
FGE who we with
labels mad cause he ain't signin' shit
I thank God that I owe nobody shit
Flow an old soul like a moccasin
Go tell 'Ye that I'm killin shit
I just bear hugged a panda bodied 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 shit
Bitches hope I'm signin' with my hockey
My 40 got 30 of it
It got Mr. Miyagi's kick
blast off, shoot you up like a rocket ship
Bullets bust in yo' face like you poppin'
With guns and big clubs he be droppin' shit
Zip you up a onesie, I'm poppin' shit