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 throw this money while you do it with no hands
Girl it to the floor
I the way yo booty go
All I want to do is sit back, and you move
And proceed to throw this cash

(Waka, Waka, Waka, Flocka, whoa, whoa)
All ass
In yo
Can Wale
And Roscoe
hair she don't care
When she she get stares
Brown or a yellow-bone
D.J. this my song
So make it thunderstorm
Bud, want it yea
Blowin' fuck it I care
flyin' everywhere
Got my partner Roscoe, like
I'm drunk as hell, you tell?
Booze help me hit them steps
I'm fuckin', well I'm hit the hotel
With two girls swallow me
this dick while swallow
Pay Moscato got her
Aye you got me in a
take off yo pants
Pussy pop on her
You got me
Please me a fan damn!

(Aye, aye, Wale, uh)
She look ma' no hands
She said look ma' no
And no I don't dance
And, I'm Roscoe, I'm with Waka
I I deserve a chance
I'm a bad
Gon' ask mothafuckas
A handsome mothafucka'
I sling wood I just nun chuck 'em
And, who you wit' and, yo name?
And, you not boo, I'm Wale
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 take it
Fight for what broad, these hoes mine
Is you out yo mind, you out yo
I no bitches, just sweat out weaves
our tracks, let me do my thing
I got sixteen, for this Roscoe
But, I'm done, let me get back to it
Whole lotta loud, and a backwood
Whole lotta money, big tip I
I put her on the train, engine could, bitch

(Roscoe Dash, go)
R-O-S-C-O-E-Mr. put it on me (please)
I be ham
Shawty upgrade from (please)
niggas tippin' good
Girl but I can it flood (I can)
I walk around
With pockets that are than my bus (whoa)
Rain, go away
what 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 after me, bitch I'm
Like I'm comin' off of free
the head of the game
No codes Lambo, Roscoe
No street code and your got me lost like Nemo
Go, go, go and do yo dance
And, throw this money
you do it wit' no hands (Go on!)