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

(Waka, Waka, Waka, Flocka, whoa, whoa)
All ass
In yo
Can beat
And Roscoe
Long hair she don't
When she walk she get
skin or a yellow-bone
D.J. this my favorite
So I'ma make it
Bud, want it yea
Blowin' it I don't care
Dresses everywhere
Got my Roscoe, like bruh
I'm drunk as hell, you tell?
help me hit them fifteen steps
I'm fuckin', well I'm hit the hotel
two girls that swallow me
Take this dick while
Pay got her freaky
Aye you got me in a
Please take off yo
Pussy pop on her
You got me
Please me a fan damn!

(Aye, aye, Wale, uh)
She look ma' no hands
She look ma' no hands
And no darling I dance
And, I'm with Roscoe, I'm Waka
I think I deserve a
I'm a bad
Gon' ask mothafuckas
A handsome mothafucka'
I sling that 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 haze
blow my high, let me shine
Drumma' on the beat, let me my time
want beef we can take it outside
Fight for broad, these hoes ain't mine
Is you out yo mind, you out yo
I sweat no bitches, just sweat out
Where our tracks, let me do my
I got sixteen, for this Roscoe
But, I'm almost done, let me get to it
Whole lotta loud, and a little
Whole money, big tip I would
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
upgrade from baloney (please)
Them niggas tippin'
Girl but I can make it (I can)
Cause I around
With pockets that are than my bus (whoa)
Rain, rain go
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, I'm ballin'
Like I'm comin' off of throws
Cause the head of the
No codes Lambo, Roscoe
No code and your booty got me lost like Nemo
Go, go, go and do yo dance
And, I'ma this money
While you do it wit' no (Go on!)