Luyện nghe bài hát No Hands

(Listen to track bitch!)

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

(Waka, Waka, Waka, Flocka, whoa, whoa)
All ass
In yo
Can Wale
And Roscoe
Long she don't care
When she walk she get
skin or a yellow-bone
D.J. this my favorite
So I'ma it thunderstorm
Bud, it Flocka yea
fuck it I don't care
Dresses everywhere
Got my partner Roscoe, like
I'm as hell, can't you tell?
Booze help me hit them fifteen
I'm fuckin', I'm tryna hit the hotel
With two girls swallow me
Take dick while swallow
Pay Moscato got her
Aye you got me in a
Please off yo pants
Pussy pop on her
You got me
Please me a fan damn!

(Aye, aye, Wale, uh)
She said look ma' no
She look ma' no hands
And no darling I dance
And, I'm with Roscoe, I'm with
I think I deserve a
I'm a bad
Gon' ask mothafuckas
A handsome mothafucka'
I that wood I just nun chuck '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 of all that haze
Don't blow my high, let me
Drumma' on the beat, let me take my
Nigga want beef we can it outside
for what broad, these hoes ain't mine
Is you out yo mind, you out yo
I sweat no bitches, sweat out weaves
Where our tracks, let me do my
I got sixteen, for Roscoe thing
But, I'm done, let me get back 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
Shawty from baloney (please)
Them niggas tippin'
Girl but I can it flood (I can)
Cause I around
With pockets bigger are than my bus (whoa)
Rain, go away
That's all my haters say
My stuck on overload
My never evaporates
No need to
Most just exaggerate
But, I'ma get money
stuntin' nigga
Ducks might get a chance me, bitch I'm ballin'
Like I'm off of free throws
the head of the game
No cheat Lambo, Roscoe
No street code and your got me lost like Nemo
Go, go, go g-gon' and do yo
And, I'ma throw money
While you do it no hands (Go on!)