Luyện nghe bài hát Panda (Remix)

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

[Verse 1: Montana of
Tony
And bro nem got blown the blamma
I freed all the guys out the
I came that bag like I'm Santa
Two on my hip like a Pamper
Try to check us, get like a Fanta
I will slide with that like a dancer
Come up outta that like a camper
Dressed up in all black a panther
I'm creepin' and crawlin', no
Bandana my face in a
Choppa singin' the national
I'm shit, candid
The clip's in a shape like
He got only one watch in his
Bitch I I'm Thor with the hammer
A.I. I nicknamed my gun
And yo' question, I stay with the
In the field, I will yo' ass lyin'
In a hole, you get like Sanders
Oh, I could black both of your
Leave your bitch ass lookin' like a
I get green like the hulk, no
Right after check out my lines like 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 pink like she fight cancer
I let that bitch give me top on the
Went down south me like Alabama
I came and I made that bitch like the gamma

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

2: Montana of 300]
Turned off her phone to make you think that her phone
She my Gucci belt buckle, I told her "Go ahead"
She ate my dick and nicknamed it Big Long Legs
She gave me dome so long, I called her
You a
You be orders, Good Burger nigga
Old broke ass, hurtin', nigga
Is you fat or skinny Sherman nigga
I niggas, then dirt a nigga
Thompson got the Stephen Curry with 'em
That's a warrior we got a 30 with em
Boy this ain't a game, I ain't with a nigga
Get rappers' like a turban, nigga
Make 'em feel the like a furnace, nigga
If I it at em like a current, nigga
Then he catchin' bullets, Michael Irvin,
With his magazine 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 come me down
When I up they gon' invite me out
online talkin' shit 'till i sign 'em out
Had to check 'em, I 'em to Nike town
And these bitches, wanna be wifey now
I did nine shows, that's ninety thou(sand)
I be drippin'', I they don't like me now
Somebody please and wipe 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 take time
40 singin', thats Akon
I'm a real shoota, fuck Bond
No screenshot, my gun flash, all headshots, FaceTime
to the green, like Draymond
Whoo!
But see me, I don't no fuckin' games
You a goofy, a buford the fuckin' lame
You wanna on my dick for some fuckin' fame
Get out from your block, that's a fuckin' shame
Even you you not in my fuckin' lane
I pulled up on you niggas like
And you not to play with my fuckin' name
I God gon' be real disappointed in me
If I to come blow out ya fuckin' brains
Do yo' ass like I did What's-His-Name
Take his ass out the fuckin'
You a toy boy you got Buzz
You ain't hard, you a fake Woody
his soft ass like some baked cookies
Zip his up like a Bape hoodie
My dope, I got crack for the fiends
He thought he could see me, he things
He ain't enough cash to come clash with the
you boys was sleepin', I mastered yo' dreams
I'm swaggin', I'm saucin', my fashion clean
I come with some shit that you haven't seen
You be sick, all you do is ride dicks
Someone go get this pussy some cream
They call me Jabos, got that strap in my
I'm Abdul Jabbar, cause I'm after
If he crosses the line, my bullets flyin'
I'll give him a 50 he Zach Lavine
Boy, you just a actor that rap like
make me come down like the wrestler Sting
Take L's like a when I slide like a bishop
I'll checkmate your king then up your queen
I'm to blow like they passed me the green
Just got new gadgets it's a mac with a beam
My gauge is Fantasia, whenever I
Get wet with pump when it spits gasoline
See, it come down to them bars
I got a whole buncha' lotta' shit
You can pay for this knowledge scholarships
Rap god givin' hip hop oxygen
They it astonishing
Every line, he's been prime he Optimus
Shine like he polished
Had to to the top
been blessed, he's the best
He's Jordan in '96
FGE who we rockin'
labels mad cause he ain't signin' shit
I thank God that I owe nobody shit
with an old soul like a moccasin
Go tell 'Ye that I'm killin shit
I just bear a panda then bodied it
You irrelevant, you a lotta shit
You write a book called "How to Ride a Dick"
Man he fresh, I be on some Big Tymer
Bitches hope I'm signin' my hockey stick
My 40 got 30 of it
It got Mr. karate kick
I'll blast off, shoot you up a rocket ship
Bullets bust in yo' face you poppin' zits
them guns and big clubs he be droppin' shit
Zip you up like a onesie, I'm shit