Luyện nghe bài hát Panda (Remix)

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

[Verse 1: of 300]
Tony
And bro nem got with the blamma
I all the guys out the slamma
I came with bag like I'm Santa
Two straps on my hip a Pamper
Try to check us, get popped a Fanta
I will slide with pole like a dancer
Come up outta that tent like a
Dressed up in all black a panther
I'm creepin' and crawlin', no
my face in a flag
Choppa the national anthem
I'm shootin' shit,
The clip's in a shape like
He got only one in his grammar
Bitch I think I'm Thor the hammer
A.I. what I my gun
And yo' question, I stay the answer
In the field, I will leave yo' ass
In a hole, you get buried like
Oh, I could black both of your
your bitch ass lookin' like a panda
I get like the hulk, no Atlanta
Right after check out my lines like a scanner
Got your bitch on my dick, I can't her
I hit now she think she all that like
Yeah, you know I ball like
And she call me like I'm Danny Tanner
The pussy like she fight cancer
I let that give me top on the camera
Went down south from me Alabama
I came and I made that bitch step like the

Montana of 300]
It's too easy!
Get off me!
I'm just getting warmed up in mothafucka'
Wooh!
Wooh!
Wooh!
Wooh!

2: Montana of 300]
Turned off her to make you think that her phone dead
She grabbed my belt buckle, I told her "Go ahead"
She ate my and nicknamed it Big Daddy Long Legs
She gave me dome so long, I her ConeHead
You a
You be taking orders, Good nigga
Old ass, pockets hurtin', nigga
Is you fat or skinny Buddy Sherman
I discourage niggas, then dirt a
Thompson 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 through with a
Get head like a turban, nigga
Make 'em the heat like a furnace, nigga
If I it at em like a current, nigga
Then he bullets, Michael Irvin, nigga
With his magazine from ratchet scene
Ain't no calories, burn a nigga
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 come up they invite me out
Stay online talkin' shit i sign 'em out
Had to check 'em, I 'em to Nike town
And these bitches, they wanna be now
I just did 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
a hoodie on like Trayvon
I'll shorten up your lifespan, I waste time to come take time
40 singin', thats Akon
I'm a real shoota, James Bond
No screenshot, my gun flash, all headshots, FaceTime
Back to the green, like
Whoo!
But see me, I don't play no fuckin'
You a goofy, a from the fuckin' lame
You wanna ride on my dick for fuckin' fame
Get out from your block, that's a fuckin' shame
Even you know you not in my 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 choose to come blow out ya brains
Do yo' pussy ass I did What's-His-Name
Take his ass out the fuckin'
You a toy boy you ain't got
You hard, nigga you a fake Woody
Cook his soft ass like some baked
Zip his body up like a hoodie
My lyrics dope, I got 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 look
I through with some shit that you haven't seen
You gotta be sick, all you do is dicks
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 the line, then my bullets 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 your then snatch up your queen
I'm bout to blow like they passed me the
got some new gadgets it's 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
I got a whole buncha' lotta' shit
You can pay for this knowledge with
Rap god givin' hip hop oxygen
They find it
Every line, he's prime like he Optimus
Shine like he himself
Had to to the top
been blessed, he's 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 a moccasin
Go tell 'Ye that I'm killin shit
I bear hugged 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' with my hockey
My 40 got 30 of it
It got Mr. karate kick
I'll blast off, shoot you up like a ship
Bullets bust in yo' face like you poppin'
With them guns and big clubs he be shit
Zip you up like a onesie, I'm poppin'