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 'gon dem pants
Then I'ma throw this money while you do it with no
Girl drop it to the
I love the way yo go
All I to do is sit back, and watch you move
And I'll proceed to this cash

(Waka, Waka, Waka, Flocka, whoa, whoa)
All ass
In yo
Can Wale
And Roscoe
Long hair she care
When she she get stares
Brown or a yellow-bone
D.J. my favorite song
So I'ma make it
Bud, it Flocka yea
fuck it I don't care
Dresses flyin'
Got my Roscoe, like bruh
I'm as hell, can't you tell?
Booze help me hit fifteen steps
I'm fuckin', I'm tryna hit the hotel
With two that swallow me
Take this dick while
Pay Moscato got her
Aye you got me in a
Please take off yo
pop on her handstand
You got me
Please 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 mothafuckas
A young handsome
I sling that I just nun chuck 'em
And, who you and, what's 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
blow 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, 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 loud, and a little backwood
Whole money, big tip I would
I put her on the train, little engine could,

(Roscoe Dash, go)
R-O-S-C-O-E-Mr. put it on me (please)
I be ham
Shawty upgrade baloney (please)
Them tippin' good
but I can make it flood (I can)
Cause I walk
pockets bigger that are than my bus (whoa)
Rain, go away
That's all my haters say
My stuck on overload
My never evaporates
No to elaborate
Most studies just
But, I'ma get nigga
Everyday stuntin'
Ducks might get a chance after me, bitch I'm
Like I'm comin' off of free
Cause the of the game
No codes Lambo, Roscoe
No street code and your booty got me like Nemo
Go, go, go and do yo dance
And, throw this money
you do it wit' no hands (Go on!)