Luyện nghe bài hát Touch Me, Tease Me

[Intro: Sauce
Man
They don't understand
How it is for a young black male
Still wanna
We don't wanna
All we wanna do is take take
Ya get some

[Verse 1: Money]
I'm in the with my thug love
You know the is hot
them niggas tryna set up shop
Gettin' in these streets is all I got
Even if it takes me shot
Besides what you for?
Gs what I hit you for
Can't believe you still more
I'm a thug boo you know don't trick
'cause I love you, you wanna drive the six
Well that's too much shine, flair
No more arguing, take dough for ya hair
Just me 12 o'clock, I'll be right there
To pick you up, don't that
I don't really be doin'
you mean that's not good enough?
I'm too much of time in the hood and stuff?
In the drop chrome shinnin' my crew
I'm get paid ma, what you want me to do?

[Chorus: Kim]
You please me
Touch and me
me, hug me
Rub me, me
Kiss me, and deceive me
Show me, you gotta me
Or me
me
Touch and me
me, hug me
Rub me, me
Kiss me, and deceive me
Show me, you gotta me
Or me

2: Sauce Money]
You got some grillin' me wit a frown a lot
real stank, I ain't around a lot
Can't why I'm outta town a lot

I rap for big paper now, this ain't the block
Now you treat me I'm cheatin', creepin' or sumin
Sneakin' or sumin, night keepin' 'em humpin'
Why you look at Sauce funny? (What you don't a nigga?)
I work hard, look at your diamonds.... them cost money
Forget your homies, they jealous of you
I really tryna hear what they tell us to do
half of them ain't even got no man
That's why I'm goin' all out, rocks on your hand
But you don't really care, spoiled and shit
Talk slick like you baby oil and shit
She got a 500 wit chrome, kit
And you still not happy, man wrong wit chicks

(Chorus)

[Verse 3: Money]
Enjoy your cut necklace, finer
Versace, Armani, diamond
Anything you can imagine, if you let it
No school loans, your own line or credit
in closets, full link minks in 'em
His and her rollies, extra wit 'em
Bottles of Dom, tennis braids for arm
Four-five for your beauty salon
But you don't wanna hear that, you still not
Shit, so the industry's bustin' at me
Car chases Brooklyn, cop's on my tail
hit the spot, found it chopped on the scale
Undercovers Ds hit the for a sale
For you or else, I'm not goin' to jail
Imagine, all of inside of a day
for your ungrateful ass, whatchu got to say?

(Chorus)