Luyện nghe bài hát No Hands

(Listen to this bitch!)

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

(Waka, Waka, Waka, Flocka, whoa, whoa)
All ass
In yo
Can beat
And Roscoe
hair she don't care
When she walk she get
Brown or a yellow-bone
D.J. my favorite song
So I'ma make it
Bud, want it yea
fuck it I don't care
Dresses everywhere
Got my Roscoe, like bruh
I'm as hell, can't you tell?
Booze help me hit them fifteen
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
Pussy pop on her
You got me
Please me a fan damn!

(Aye, aye, Wale, uh)
She said ma' no hands
She look ma' no hands
And no darling I don't
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 that wood I just nun '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 red 'cause of all that haze
blow my high, let me shine
Drumma' on the beat, let me take my
Nigga beef we can take it outside
Fight for what broad, these hoes mine
Is you out yo mind, you out yo
I no bitches, just sweat out weaves
Where our tracks, let me do my
I got sixteen, for this Roscoe
But, I'm done, let me get back to it
lotta loud, and a little backwood
Whole lotta money, big tip I
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)
niggas tippin' good
Girl but I can it flood (I can)
Cause I around
With pockets bigger that are my bus (whoa)
Rain, rain go
That's what all my say
My stuck on overload
My never evaporates
No to elaborate
Most studies exaggerate
But, I'ma get money
stuntin' nigga
Ducks 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 street code and your booty got me lost Nemo
Go, go, go g-gon' and do yo
And, I'ma this money
While you do it wit' no (Go on!)