Luyện nghe bài hát Panda (Remix)

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

[Verse 1: of 300]
Mon-tana
And bro nem got blown with the
I freed all the out the slamma
I came with that bag I'm Santa
Two straps on my hip like a
Try to check us, get like a Fanta
I will slide with that like a dancer
up outta that tent like a camper
Dressed up in all black a panther
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 only one watch in his
Bitch I I'm Thor with the hammer
A.I. what I 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 could black both of eyes
Leave bitch ass lookin' like a panda
I get green the hulk, no Atlanta
Right after they check out my lines a scanner
Got your bitch on my dick, I 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 pussy like she fight cancer
I let bitch give me top on the camera
Went down south me like Alabama
I came and I made that bitch step the gamma

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

[Verse 2: of 300]
Turned off her to make you think that her phone dead
She grabbed my Gucci belt buckle, I her "Go ahead"
She ate my dick and 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, pockets hurtin',
Is you fat or skinny Buddy Sherman
I discourage niggas, dirt a nigga
Klay got the Stephen Curry with 'em
That's a warrior we got with a 30 em
Boy this ain't a game, I ain't with a nigga
Get rappers' head a turban, nigga
Make 'em feel the like a furnace, nigga
If I wave it at em a current, nigga
Then he bullets, Michael Irvin, nigga
With his from this ratchet scene
Ain't no calories, I'll a nigga
Put yo' greasy ass in a box
That's churches, nigga, I done niggas
If i'm lyin', then God can strike me down
When I 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, wanna be wifey now
I just did shows, that's ninety thou(sand)
I be drippin'', I they don't like me now
please come and wipe me out
I'm on the air no
a hoodie on like Trayvon
I'll shorten up lifespan, I don't waste time to come take time
Black 40 singin', Akon
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 games
You a goofy, a buford from the fuckin'
You wanna ride on my dick for some fame
Get sent out from your block, that's a fuckin'
Even you know you not in my lane
I pulled up on you niggas Birdman
And you know not to play with my name
I God gon' be real disappointed in me
If I choose to come blow out ya fuckin'
Do yo' pussy ass like I did
his ass out the fuckin' game
You a toy boy you ain't got
You ain't hard, nigga you a Woody
Cook his ass like some baked cookies
Zip his body up like a Bape
My dope, I got crack for the fiends
He thought he could see me, he imagining
He ain't enough cash to come clash with the
While you boys was sleepin', I yo' dreams
I'm swaggin', I'm saucin', my fashion clean
I come through with some shit that you seen
You be sick, all you do is ride dicks
Someone go get this pussy some cream
They call me Jabos, got that in my jeans
I'm Abdul Jabbar, cause I'm Kareem
If he the line, then my bullets flyin'
give him a 50 like he Zach Lavine
Boy, you just a actor that rap like
Don't make me come down like the wrestler
Take L's like a knight I slide like a bishop
I'll checkmate your king then snatch up your
I'm bout to blow like they me the green
Just got some new it's a mac with a beam
My gauge is Fantasia, I sing
Get wet with this pump it spits gasoline
See, it come down to them bars
Bitch I got a buncha' lotta' shit
You can pay for this with scholarships
Rap god givin' hip hop it's
They it astonishing
Every line, he's been prime he Optimus
Shine he polished himself
Had to to the top
He's been blessed, the best
He's like in '96
FGE who we rockin'
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 tell 'Ye that I'm Desiigner's shit
I just bear hugged a then bodied it
You irrelevant, you a lotta shit
You should write a called "How to Ride a Dick"
Man he fresh, I be on Big Tymer shit
Bitches I'm signin' with my hockey stick
My 40 got 30 of it
It got Mr. Miyagi's karate
I'll blast off, shoot you up like a ship
bust in yo' face like you poppin' zits
With them and big clubs he be droppin' shit
Zip you up like a onesie, I'm shit