Luyện nghe bài hát No Hands

(Listen to track bitch!)

Girl the way movin'
Got me in a trance, DJ me up
dis yo jam (c'mon)
I'ma sip
And you 'gon dem pants
Then I'ma throw this money while you do it with no
Girl drop it to the
I love the way yo go
All I to do is sit back, and watch you move
And proceed to throw this cash

(Waka, Waka, Waka, Flocka, whoa, whoa)
All ass
In yo
Can beat
And skeet
Long hair she don't
When she she get stares
Brown skin or a
D.J. this my song
So make it thunderstorm
Bud, it Flocka yea
Blowin' fuck it I care
Dresses flyin'
Got my partner Roscoe, like
I'm drunk as hell, can't you
Booze help me hit fifteen steps
I'm fuckin', I'm tryna hit the hotel
two girls that swallow me
Take dick while swallow
Pay Moscato got her
Aye you got me in a
Please off yo pants
pop on her handstand
You got me
Please me a fan damn!

(Aye, aye, Wale, uh)
She said look ma' no
She said ma' no hands
And no darling I don't
And, I'm Roscoe, I'm with Waka
I think I a chance
I'm a bad
ask some mothafuckas
A handsome mothafucka'
I sling that wood I just nun 'em
And, who you and, what's yo name?
And, you not hear boo, I'm
And, D.C. shit I rep all day
And, my eyes red 'cause of all haze
Don't my high, let me shine
on the beat, let me take my time
Nigga want beef we can it outside
Fight for what broad, hoes ain't mine
Is you out yo mind, you out yo
I sweat no bitches, just out weaves
our tracks, let me do my thing
I got sixteen, for Roscoe thing
But, I'm almost done, let me get to it
Whole lotta loud, and a backwood
Whole money, big tip I would
I put her on the train, little engine could,

(Roscoe Dash, go)
R-O-S-C-O-E-Mr. put it on me (please)
I be ham
Shawty from baloney (please)
Them tippin' good
Girl but I can make it (I can)
I walk around
With pockets that are than my bus (whoa)
Rain, go away
That's what all my say
My pockets stuck on
My rain never
No to elaborate
Most studies exaggerate
But, I'ma get money
Everyday nigga
might get a chance after me, bitch I'm ballin'
Like I'm off of free throws
Cause the of the game
No cheat Lambo, Roscoe
No street and your booty got me lost like Nemo
Go, go, go g-gon' and do yo
And, I'ma throw this
you do it wit' no hands (Go on!)