Luyện nghe bài hát No Hands

(Listen to this 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 lose dem
Then I'ma this 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 watch you
And proceed to throw this cash

(Waka, Waka, Waka, Flocka, whoa, whoa)
All ass
In yo
Can beat
And skeet
hair she don't care
When she she get stares
skin or a yellow-bone
D.J. my favorite song
So make it thunderstorm
Bud, it Flocka yea
Blowin' fuck it I don't
flyin' everywhere
Got my partner Roscoe, like
I'm as hell, can't you tell?
help me hit them fifteen steps
I'm fuckin', I'm tryna hit the hotel
With two girls that me
Take this while swallow
Pay got her freaky
Aye you got me in a
Please take off yo
pop on her handstand
You got me
pass me a fan damn!

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

(Aye, aye, Wale, uh)
She said ma' no hands
She look ma' no hands
And no darling I dance
And, I'm with Roscoe, I'm with
I I deserve a chance
I'm a bad
Gon' ask mothafuckas
A young mothafucka'
I sling that wood I 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 'cause of all that
Don't my high, let me shine
on the beat, let me take my time
Nigga 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, sweat out weaves
Where our tracks, let me do my
I got sixteen, for this thing
But, I'm done, let me get back to it
lotta loud, and a little backwood
Whole lotta money, big tip I
I put her on the train, little engine could,

the way you're 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 this money 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 proceed to throw this cash

(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 it flood (I can)
Cause I walk
With pockets bigger that are my bus (whoa)
Rain, rain go
what all my haters say
My stuck on overload
My never evaporates
No to elaborate
studies just exaggerate
But, get money nigga
Everyday stuntin'
Ducks might get a chance after me, I'm ballin'
Like I'm comin' off of free
Cause the head of the
No cheat codes Lambo,
No street code and your booty got me lost like
Go, go, go and do yo dance
And, throw this money
While you do it no hands (Go on!)

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 I'll proceed to this cash