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 lose dem
Then I'ma this money while you do it with no hands
drop it to the floor
I love the way yo go
All I want to do is sit back, and you move
And I'll to throw this cash

(Waka, Waka, Waka, Flocka, whoa, whoa)
All ass
In yo
Can beat
And Roscoe
hair she don't care
When she walk she get
skin or a yellow-bone
D.J. this my favorite
So I'ma make it
Bud, it Flocka yea
Blowin' fuck it I don't
Dresses flyin'
Got my partner Roscoe, like
I'm as hell, can't you tell?
help me hit them fifteen steps
I'm fuckin', well I'm tryna hit the
two girls that swallow me
Take this dick while
Pay Moscato got her
Aye you got me in a
take off yo pants
Pussy pop on her
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 dem pants
Then I'ma throw this 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 this cash

(Aye, aye, Wale, uh)
She said look ma' no
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
ask some mothafuckas
A young handsome
I sling wood I just nun chuck '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 eyes red of all that haze
blow my high, let me shine
Drumma' on the beat, let me my time
Nigga want beef we can take it
Fight for broad, these hoes 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 Roscoe
But, I'm done, let me get back to it
Whole lotta loud, and a little
lotta money, big tip I would
I put her on the train, engine could, bitch

the way you're 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 this money while you do it with no hands
drop it to the floor
I the way yo booty go
All I to do is sit back, and watch you move
And proceed to throw this cash

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

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 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 cash