Luyện nghe bài hát Panda (Remix)

[Intro -
Oooohhh, yeah
Woo! yeah
T-T-T-T-Tmix,
Pizzle, Woo!
at it
I this shit can't be against the rules now
I fuck with 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 down at the table, I let you know how it was
Rice and peas, macaroni cheese, greens
No she don't it
She Steph Curry with the curry
She just make a whole bunch of shit
I out the, I got the rice sitting on the tow truck
Had to hit me with bands
Get me brown paper bag
I'm going high, securing lines with my zoes in Florida
I stack it, it, pack it, pack it, stack it, pack it, in that order
up, I'm all the way up
I to put something in my soda
I don't need no lunch, I'm gonna get a bunch of Asian up in the Rover
My legacy, fuck
They thought that T-pain was not going to back
Now go tell them that you run back
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
niggas are going to learn about the night, bitch
If you I'm lit now, look what happens when I come and turn on the light switch
I will not plan shit, I come and handle it, before... the flight, bitch
I mean really

[Bridge -
If you think about it, really think it how high do they really go?
Bitch, I'm really

2 - T-Pain:]
I got bitches in the Bronx,
They can get me in the door
Rob a nigga in the trap house, bitch you just in the trap door
Cross the... in the Bugati, go put the couple bricks in the
Thought was slipping on drizzle
Somebody go ask these what they taking a nap for
Winsquad, the squad, nigga
Without shit I would've been dead
But I swear to God I'm a keep killing niggas and I put that on my kid's head
Cash? No I'm an
So don't... on his
I'm the the type of nigga that'll find a nigga then go and find his chick and a get bitch head
Yea, I'm all the way up
estás, mi amigo?
Don't put your eye in that
Cause I'll turn the back of your to a peephole
Think again, then go and murk all people
You already the weapon is legal
Flip the clip, guy get back, pull the hair
Yeah nigga, for the sequel, oh
I got problems in my head,
Smoking that shit from the Coast
The major key is when you hating me, you could fuck get your neck broke
You fuck around with the Winsquad, they could find body at the Texaco
The summer coming and you coming with
You ready pussy-nigga, go

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

[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
They're a... and I'm taxing
Two racks in the mattress
I don't about y'all, but I'm a street nigga
Ain't sound like nobody, I'm just me, nigga
Been on tour T-Pain, that's for free, nigga
That's why I fuck with them... and the weed, nigga
And why I hop in my jag, my nigga go hop in that Benz
My nigga go hop in that porsche, and no we need no new friends
Cause we'll go hop in that ghost, and yeah that still got the Benz
at that lift on the fours, look at the mothfucking rims
And I tryna tell you we from Florida, babe
Still fifty grand sofa, now mercedes
The baddest in the world that'll drive you crazy
the cocaine era, I'm a eighties-baby
Oh

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