Luyện nghe bài hát Panda (Remix)

[Intro -
Oooohhh, yeah
Woo! yeah
T-T-T-T-Tmix,
Pizzle, Woo!
at it
I mean this can't be against the rules now
I fuck these niggas
Get the nigga who did Desiigner adlibs, get him on the phone because this shit to be lit

[Verse 1 -
go
Panda, Panda, Panda,
I got up in Brooklyn, my Jamaican bitches be cooking
She sit me at the table, I let you know how it was looking
Rice and peas, macaroni cheese, greens
No she push it
She Curry with the curry chicken
She make a whole bunch of good shit
I been out the, I got the rice on the tow truck
Had to hit me some bands
Get me that paper bag
I'm going high, securing lines with my zoes in Florida
I it, stack it, pack it, pack it, stack it, pack it, in that order
up, I'm all the way up
I need to put in my soda
I don't need no lunch, I'm get a bunch of Asian bitches up in the Rover
My legacy, that
They thought that T-pain was not going to back
Now go tell them that when you run
You a hoe, so you already that
up, I'm all the way up
I to put something in my Sprite, bitch
If you think you're doing it, I'm about to it
You're are going to learn about the night, bitch
If you think I'm lit now, what happens when I come and turn on the light switch
I will not plan this shit, I come and handle it, before... the flight,
I mean though

- T-Pain:]
If you think about it, really think about it how high do they go?
Bitch, I'm really

[Verse 2 -
I got in the Bronx, nigga
can get me in the back door
Rob a nigga in the trap house, bitch you just walked in the trap
Cross the... in the Bugati, go put the bricks in the wrapper
Thought they was on drizzle
Somebody go ask these niggas they taking a nap for
Winsquad, that the squad,
Without that shit I would've dead
But I swear to God I'm a keep killing niggas and I put that shit on my kid's
Cash? No I'm an
So don't... on his
I'm the type the type of that'll find a nigga then go and find his chick and a get bitch head
Yea, I'm all the way up
Dónde estás, mi
Don't put your eye in peephole
I'll turn the back of your head to a peephole
Think again, then go and murk all your
You already know the weapon is
Flip the clip, guy get back, pull the trigger
Yeah nigga, for the sequel, oh
I got problems in my head,
Smoking that shit from the West
The major key is when you hating me, you could fuck around get your neck
You fuck around the Winsquad, they could find your body at the Texaco
The summer and you coming with nothing
You ready pussy-nigga, go

- T-Pain:]
All I say is Panda, Panda and handle-handle my shit
While I'm chilling up in Alabama tryna a bitch how fast a lambo can get
With all of this green up under these gold chains, mistaking me for
Bitch, I platinum, I'm coming after them
Passing them, all I do is fucking win,

[Verse 3 - Young Cash, & T-Pain
I got broads out in Cali, I got hoes ratchet
Hit and grab it, wrap it all up in that plastic
Yes I'm
Too damn, I it
making a... and I'm taxing
Two racks in the mattress
I don't know about y'all, but I'm a street
Ain't sound like nobody, I'm just me, nigga
Been on tour with T-Pain, for free, nigga
That's why I still fuck them... and the weed, nigga
And that's why I hop in my jag, my nigga go hop in that
My nigga go hop in that porsche, and no we don't no new friends
Cause we'll go hop in ghost, and yeah that we'll still got the Benz
Look at lift on the fours, look at the mothfucking rims
And I keep tell you we from Florida, babe
Still fifty grand sofa, now mercedes
The baddest bitches in the that'll drive you crazy
From the era, I'm a eighties-baby
Oh

- Desiigner:]
Panda,
Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda,
Panda, Panda,
Ahh, uhh