Luyện nghe bài hát Touch Me, Tease Me

[Intro: Money]
Man
They don't understand
How hard it is for a young male
wanna beef
We wanna compromise
All we wanna do is take take
Ya better get

[Verse 1: Sauce
I'm in the streets with my thug
You know the is hot
them niggas tryna set up shop
Gettin' in these streets is all I got
Even if it me gettin' shot
what you riffin' for?
Five Gs I hit you for
Can't believe you want more
I'm a thug boo you thugs don't trick
Just 'cause I love you, you drive the six
Well that's too much shine, unnecessary
No more arguing, take some for ya hair
Just beep me 12 o'clock, I'll be right
To pick you up, don't that
I don't really be that
What you mean not good enough?
I'm spendin' too much of time in the and stuff?
In the drop chrome flauntin' my crew
I'm get paid ma, what you want me to do?

[Chorus: Kim]
You gotta me
Touch and me
me, hug me
Rub me, me
Kiss me, and deceive me
Show me, you believe me
Or me
me
Touch and me
me, hug me
Rub me, me
Kiss me, and never me
me, you gotta believe me
Or me

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

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

(Chorus)

[Verse 3: Sauce
Enjoy your cut necklace, things
Versace, Armani, diamond
you can imagine, if you mine let it
No school loans, your own line or credit
Walk in closets, full link in 'em
His and her rollies, extra wit 'em
Bottles of Dom, tennis for your arm
Four-five workers for your salon
But you don't hear that, you still not happy
Shit, so what the bustin' at me
Car through Brooklyn, cop's on my tail
Feds hit the spot, found it on the scale
Undercovers Ds hit the for a sale
For you or nobody else, I'm not goin' to
Imagine, all of this of a day
Just for your ungrateful ass, got to say?

(Chorus)