Luyện nghe bài hát No Hands

(Listen to track 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 this money while you do it with no hands
Girl drop it to the
I love the way yo 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 skeet
Long hair she don't
When she walk she get
skin or a yellow-bone
D.J. this my favorite
So I'ma it thunderstorm
Bud, want it yea
Blowin' fuck it I don't
flyin' everywhere
Got my partner Roscoe, like
I'm as hell, can't you tell?
Booze help me hit fifteen steps
I'm fuckin', well I'm hit the hotel
With two girls that me
this dick while swallow
Pay got her freaky
Aye you got me in a
Please off yo pants
pop on her handstand
You got me
pass me a fan damn!

(Aye, aye, Wale, uh)
She said ma' no hands
She said ma' no hands
And no I don't dance
And, I'm Roscoe, I'm with Waka
I think I deserve a
I'm a bad
Gon' ask some
A young mothafucka'
I that wood I just nun chuck 'em
And, who you and, what's yo name?
And, you not hear boo, I'm
And, that D.C. 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
Nigga want beef we can take it
Fight for what broad, these ain't mine
Is you out yo mind, you out yo
I sweat no bitches, sweat out weaves
Where our tracks, let me do my
I got sixteen, for this thing
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, little could, bitch

(Roscoe Dash, go)
R-O-S-C-O-E-Mr. put it on me (please)
I be ham
Shawty upgrade from (please)
Them tippin' good
but I can make it flood (I can)
Cause I around
With pockets bigger are than my bus (whoa)
Rain, go away
That's what all my say
My pockets stuck on
My rain evaporates
No need to
Most just 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 codes Lambo, Roscoe
No street code and your booty got me like Nemo
Go, go, go and do yo dance
And, I'ma throw money
While you do it no hands (Go on!)