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

1: Montana of 300]
Tony
And bro nem got blown with the
I freed all the guys out the
I with that bag like I'm Santa
Two straps on my hip like a
Try to us, get popped like a Fanta
I slide with that pole like a dancer
Come up outta that tent like a
Dressed up in all black like a
I'm and crawlin', no tarantula
Bandana my face in a
singin' the national anthem
I'm shit, candid
The in a shape 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 will leave yo' ass
In a hole, you get buried Sanders
Oh, I black both of your eyes
your bitch ass lookin' like a panda
I get like the hulk, no Atlanta
Right after they check out my like a scanner
Got your bitch on my dick, I stand her
I hit now she think she all that like
Yeah, you know I ball like
And she call me daddy like I'm Tanner
The pink like she fight cancer
I let that bitch me top on the camera
Went down south from me like
I came and I made that bitch step like the

Montana of 300]
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 that her dead
She grabbed my belt buckle, I told her "Go ahead"
She ate my dick and nicknamed it Big Daddy Long
She gave me dome so long, I her ConeHead
You a
You be orders, Good Burger nigga
Old broke ass, pockets hurtin',
Is you fat or skinny Sherman nigga
I discourage niggas, dirt a nigga
Klay got the Stephen Curry with 'em
That's a warrior we got a 30 with em
Boy this a game, I ain't through with a nigga
Get head like a turban, nigga
Make 'em feel the heat like a furnace,
If I it at em like a current, nigga
Then he bullets, Michael Irvin, nigga
With his magazine from this scene
no calories, I'll burn a nigga
Put yo' greasy ass in a box
churches, nigga, I done murdered niggas
If i'm lyin', then God can strike me down
When I come up gon' invite me out
Stay online talkin' 'till i sign 'em out
Had to check 'em, I 'em to Nike town
And these bitches, wanna be wifey now
I just did nine shows, that's thou(sand)
I be drippin'', I know they like me now
Somebody come and wipe me out
I'm on the air no
With a hoodie on Trayvon
I'll up your lifespan, I don't waste time to come take time
40 singin', thats Akon
I'm a shoota, fuck James Bond
No screenshot, my gun flash, all headshots, FaceTime
to the green, like Draymond
Whoo!
But see me, I play no fuckin' games
You a goofy, a buford the fuckin' lame
You ride on my dick for some fuckin' fame
Get sent out your block, that's a fuckin' shame
Even you know you not in my fuckin'
I up on you niggas like Birdman
And you know not to with my fuckin' name
I know God be real disappointed in me
If I choose to come blow out ya fuckin'
Do yo' pussy ass I did What's-His-Name
Take his ass out the fuckin'
You a toy boy you got Buzz
You hard, nigga you a fake Woody
Cook his ass like some baked cookies
Zip his up like a Bape hoodie
My lyrics dope, I got crack for the
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 look clean
I come through some shit that you haven't seen
You gotta be sick, all you do is ride
Someone go get this pussy vaginal cream
They me Jabos, got that 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 he Zach Lavine
Boy, you just a actor rap like Hakeem
Don't make me come down the wrestler Sting
Take L's like a knight I slide like a bishop
I'll checkmate king then snatch up your queen
I'm to blow like they passed me the green
Just got some new gadgets it's a mac with a
My gauge is Fantasia, I sing
Get wet with this pump it spits gasoline
See, when it come down to bars
Bitch I got a buncha' lotta' shit
You can pay for knowledge with scholarships
Rap god hip hop it's oxygen
They it astonishing
Every line, he's been prime like he
Shine he polished himself
Had to to the top
He's been blessed, the best
like Jordan in '96
FGE who we with
Record labels mad cause he ain't 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 book "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
I'll blast off, shoot you up a rocket ship
Bullets bust in yo' like you poppin' zits
With them and big clubs he be droppin' shit
Zip you up like a onesie, I'm shit