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 'gon lose dem
Then throw this money while you do it with no hands
drop it to the floor
I love the way yo go
All I to do is sit back, and watch you move
And proceed to throw 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
Brown or a yellow-bone
D.J. this my song
So I'ma make it
Bud, it Flocka yea
Blowin' fuck it I don't
Dresses flyin'
Got my partner Roscoe, bruh
I'm drunk as hell, you tell?
Booze help me hit them steps
I'm fuckin', well I'm hit the hotel
With two girls swallow me
this dick while swallow
Pay Moscato got her
Aye you got me in a
Please off yo pants
pop on her handstand
You got me
pass me a fan damn!

Girl the way movin'
Got me in a trance, DJ me up
dis yo jam (c'mon)
I'ma sip
And you 'gon lose dem
Then I'ma throw 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 proceed to throw this cash

(Aye, aye, Wale, uh)
She said ma' no hands
She said look ma' no
And no I don't dance
And, I'm with Roscoe, I'm Waka
I I deserve a chance
I'm a bad
ask some mothafuckas
A handsome mothafucka'
I that wood I just nun chuck 'em
And, who you and, what's yo name?
And, you not boo, I'm Wale
And, that D.C. I rep all day
And, my red 'cause of all that haze
Don't my high, let me shine
Drumma' on the beat, let me my time
Nigga want beef we can it outside
for what broad, these hoes ain't 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 Roscoe thing
But, I'm done, let me get back to it
Whole lotta loud, and a backwood
Whole lotta money, big tip I
I put her on the train, little could, 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
Then I'ma throw this while you do it with no hands
Girl drop it to the
I the way yo booty go
All I want to do is sit back, and you move
And I'll to throw this cash

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

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
Then I'ma throw this money while you do it with no
Girl it to the floor
I the way yo booty go
All I want to do is sit back, and you move
And proceed to throw this cash