Luyện nghe bài hát No Hands

(Listen to this bitch!)

Girl the way you're
Got me in a trance, DJ me up
dis yo jam (c'mon)
sip Moscato
And you 'gon lose dem
Then I'ma this money while you do it with no hands
Girl it to the floor
I love the way yo go
All I want to do is sit back, and watch you
And I'll to throw this cash

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

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

(Roscoe Dash, go)
R-O-S-C-O-E-Mr. put it on me (please)
I be ham
upgrade from baloney (please)
Them niggas tippin'
Girl but I can make it (I can)
I walk around
With pockets bigger are than my bus (whoa)
Rain, go away
That's all my haters say
My pockets on overload
My rain evaporates
No need to
Most just exaggerate
But, get money nigga
Everyday nigga
might get a chance after me, bitch I'm ballin'
Like I'm comin' off of throws
Cause the head of the
No cheat Lambo, Roscoe
No code and your booty got me lost like Nemo
Go, go, go g-gon' and do yo
And, I'ma this money
While you do it no hands (Go on!)