Luyện nghe bài hát Panda (Remix)

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

1 - T-Pain:]
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 the curry chicken
She just make a bunch of good shit
I been out the, I got the sitting on the tow truck
Had to hit me with bands
Get me that paper bag
I'm going high, securing lines my zoes down 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 something in my
I don't need no lunch, I'm gonna get a bunch of bitches up in the Rover
My legacy, that
They thought that T-pain was not going to come
Now go tell them when you run back
You a hoe, so you already that
up, I'm all the way up
I need to put in my Sprite, bitch
If you you're doing it, I'm about to ruin it
You're niggas are to learn about the night, bitch
If you think I'm lit now, look what happens I come and turn on the light switch
I not plan this shit, I come and handle it, before... the flight, bitch
I really though

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

2 - T-Pain:]
I got bitches in the Bronx,
can get me in the back door
Rob a nigga in the house, bitch you just walked in the trap door
Cross the... in the Bugati, go put the couple bricks in the
Thought they was on drizzle
go ask these niggas what they taking a nap for
Winsquad, that the squad,
Without that shit I would've been
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 type the type of nigga that'll find a nigga go and find his chick and a get bitch head
Yea, I'm all the way up
estás, mi amigo?
Don't put eye in that peephole
Cause I'll turn the of your head to a peephole
Think again, go and murk all your people
You know the weapon is legal
Flip the clip, guy get back, pull the hair
nigga, back for the sequel, oh
I got in my head, nigga
Smoking that shit from the Coast
The major key is when you hating me, you could fuck around get neck broke
You fuck around with the Winsquad, they could find your body at the
The summer coming and you with nothing
You ready pussy-nigga, go

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

[Verse 3 - Cash, & T-Pain Together:]
I got out in Cali, I got hoes getting ratchet
Hit dispensaries and grab it, it all up in that plastic
Yes I'm
Too damn, I it
making a... and I'm taxing
Two hundred racks in the
I don't know about y'all, but I'm a street
Ain't gotta like nobody, I'm just me, nigga
Been on tour with T-Pain, that's for free,
That's why I still fuck with them... and the weed,
And that's why I hop in my jag, my 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 we'll still got the
Look at that lift on the fours, look at the mothfucking
And I keep tell you we from Florida, babe
fifty grand sofa, now mercedes benz
The bitches in the world that'll drive you crazy
the cocaine era, I'm a eighties-baby
Oh

[Outro -
Panda,
Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda,
Panda, Panda,
Ahh, uhh