Luyện nghe bài hát No Hands

(Listen to track bitch!)

the way you're 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 throw this money while you do it 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 I'll to throw this cash

(Waka, Waka, Waka, Flocka, whoa, whoa)
All ass
In yo
Can Wale
And skeet
Long she don't care
she walk she get stares
Brown skin or a
D.J. this my song
So I'ma it thunderstorm
Bud, it Flocka yea
fuck it I don't care
Dresses everywhere
Got my Roscoe, like bruh
I'm drunk as hell, you tell?
Booze help me hit them fifteen
I'm fuckin', I'm tryna hit the hotel
With two 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!

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 you do it with no hands
Girl drop it to the
I love the way yo go
All I to do is sit back, and watch you move
And I'll to throw this cash

(Aye, aye, Wale, uh)
She said look ma' no
She look ma' no hands
And no darling I don't
And, I'm with Roscoe, I'm with
I think I deserve a
I'm a bad
ask some mothafuckas
A young mothafucka'
I that wood I just nun chuck 'em
And, who you wit' and, yo name?
And, you not boo, I'm Wale
And, D.C. shit I rep all day
And, my eyes red 'cause of all haze
Don't my high, let me shine
Drumma' on the beat, let me take my
Nigga want beef we can 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 Roscoe thing
But, I'm almost done, let me get to it
Whole lotta loud, and a backwood
Whole money, big tip I would
I put her on the train, little 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 lose dem pants
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 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 tippin' good
Girl but I can make it (I can)
Cause I walk
With pockets that are than my bus (whoa)
Rain, rain go
That's what all my say
My pockets stuck on
My rain never
No to elaborate
Most just exaggerate
But, I'ma get money
stuntin' 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 got me lost like Nemo
Go, go, go g-gon' and do yo
And, I'ma this money
While you do it 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 'gon lose dem
Then I'ma throw this money while you do it with no
drop 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 this cash