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)
I'ma sip
And you lose dem pants
I'ma throw 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 you move
And I'll proceed to this cash

(Waka, Waka, Waka, Flocka, whoa, whoa)
All ass
In yo
Can Wale
And skeet
Long she don't care
When she she get stares
skin or a yellow-bone
D.J. my favorite song
So make it thunderstorm
Bud, want it yea
Blowin' it I don't care
Dresses everywhere
Got my partner Roscoe, bruh
I'm drunk as hell, can't you
Booze help me hit them steps
I'm fuckin', well I'm hit the hotel
With two that swallow me
Take this dick swallow
Pay got her freaky
Aye you got me in a
take off yo pants
Pussy pop on her
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 dance
And, I'm with Roscoe, I'm with
I think I a chance
I'm a bad
Gon' ask some
A handsome mothafucka'
I sling 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 'cause of all that
Don't my high, let me shine
Drumma' on the beat, let me my time
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
our tracks, let me do my thing
I got sixteen, for Roscoe thing
But, I'm done, let me get back to it
Whole lotta loud, and a backwood
lotta 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 tippin' good
Girl but I can it flood (I can)
I walk around
With bigger that are than my bus (whoa)
Rain, go away
what all my haters say
My pockets on overload
My rain evaporates
No need to
studies just exaggerate
But, get money nigga
Everyday stuntin'
might get a chance after me, bitch I'm ballin'
Like I'm off of free throws
Cause the of the game
No codes Lambo, Roscoe
No street and your booty got me lost like Nemo
Go, go, go and do yo dance
And, I'ma throw money
While you do it wit' no (Go on!)