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 lose dem pants
Then I'ma this money 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 watch you
And I'll proceed to throw this

(Waka, Waka, Waka, Flocka, whoa, whoa)
All ass
In yo
Can Wale
And skeet
Long hair she care
she walk she get stares
Brown or a yellow-bone
D.J. this my song
So make it thunderstorm
Bud, it Flocka yea
Blowin' fuck it I don't
flyin' everywhere
Got my partner Roscoe, like
I'm drunk as hell, you tell?
Booze me hit them fifteen steps
I'm fuckin', well I'm hit the hotel
With two girls 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
Please me a fan damn!

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 throw this money 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 watch you
And proceed to throw this cash

(Aye, aye, Wale, uh)
She said look ma' no
She said look ma' no
And no I don't dance
And, I'm Roscoe, I'm with Waka
I I deserve a chance
I'm a bad
Gon' ask mothafuckas
A young handsome
I sling wood I just nun chuck 'em
And, who you wit' and, yo name?
And, you not boo, I'm Wale
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 beef we can take 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
our tracks, let me do my thing
I got sixteen, for this Roscoe
But, I'm almost done, let me get to it
Whole lotta loud, and a little
Whole lotta money, big tip I
I put her on the train, engine could, 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
drop it to the floor
I the way yo booty go
All I want to do is sit back, and watch you
And I'll proceed to this cash

(Roscoe Dash, go)
R-O-S-C-O-E-Mr. put it on me (please)
I be ham
Shawty upgrade from (please)
Them niggas tippin'
but I can make it flood (I can)
Cause I walk
pockets bigger that are than my bus (whoa)
Rain, go away
what all my haters say
My pockets on overload
My never evaporates
No to elaborate
Most studies exaggerate
But, I'ma get nigga
Everyday stuntin'
Ducks might get a after me, bitch I'm ballin'
Like I'm comin' off of throws
Cause the of the game
No codes Lambo, Roscoe
No street code and your booty got me lost like
Go, go, go g-gon' and do yo
And, I'ma throw this
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 dem pants
Then I'ma throw this money while you do it with no
Girl 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