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 with these niggas
Get the nigga who did Desiigner adlibs, get him on the because this shit about 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, collared
No she push it
She Steph Curry with the curry
She just a whole bunch of good shit
I been out the, I got the rice sitting on the tow
Had to hit me with some
Get me that paper bag
I'm going high, securing lines with my zoes down in
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 of Asian bitches up in the Rover
My legacy, fuck
They thought that T-pain was not going to come
Now go them that when you run back
You a hoe, so you already done
up, I'm all the way up
I to put something in my Sprite, bitch
If you think you're it, I'm about to ruin it
You're niggas are going to learn the night, bitch
If you think I'm lit now, look what happens when I and turn on the light switch
I will not plan this shit, I and handle it, before... the flight, bitch
I really though

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

[Verse 2 -
I got bitches in the Bronx,
They can get me in the door
Rob a in the trap house, bitch you just walked in the trap door
Cross the... in the Bugati, go put the bricks in the wrapper
they was slipping on drizzle
Somebody go ask niggas what they taking a nap for
Winsquad, the squad, nigga
that shit I would've been dead
But I swear to God I'm a keep killing niggas and I put that shit on my head
Cash? No I'm an
So don't... on his
I'm the type the type of nigga that'll find a nigga then go and his chick and a get bitch head
Yea, I'm all the way up
Dónde estás, mi
Don't put eye in that peephole
I'll turn the back of your head to a peephole
Think again, go and murk all your people
You already know the weapon is
the clip, guy get back, pull the hair trigger
Yeah nigga, for the sequel, oh
I got problems in my head,
Smoking that from the West Coast
The key is when you hating me, you could fuck around get your neck broke
You fuck around with the Winsquad, they find your body at the Texaco
The summer coming and you coming nothing
You pussy-nigga, let's go

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

[Verse 3 - Young Cash, & Together:]
I got broads out in Cali, I got hoes getting
Hit dispensaries and grab it, it all up in that plastic
Yes I'm
Too damn, I it
They're making a... and I'm
Two hundred racks in the
I don't know y'all, but I'm a street nigga
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 with them... and the weed,
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 need no new friends
Cause we'll go hop in that ghost, and yeah we'll still got the Benz
Look at that lift on the fours, at the mothfucking rims
And I keep tryna tell you we Florida, babe
Still grand sofa, now mercedes benz
The bitches in the world that'll drive you crazy
From the era, I'm a eighties-baby
Oh

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