Luyện nghe bài hát Touch Me, Tease Me

[Intro: Sauce
Man
They don't understand
How hard it is for a young male
Still 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 the block is hot
Plus niggas tryna set up shop
Gettin' money in streets is all I got
Even if it takes me shot
Besides you riffin' for?
Five Gs I hit you for
Can't you still want more
I'm a thug boo you know don't trick
Just I love you, you wanna drive the six
Well that's too shine, unnecessary flair
No more arguing, some dough for ya hair
beep me 12 o'clock, I'll be right there
To pick you up, don't ruin
I don't be doin' that
What you mean that's not enough?
I'm spendin' too much of time in the and stuff?
In the drop chrome shinnin' flauntin' my
I'm get paid ma, what you want me to do?

[Chorus: Kim]
You gotta me
and tease 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 grillin' me wit a frown a lot
Attitude real stank, I around a lot
Can't understand why I'm outta 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, late night 'em humpin'
Why you look at Sauce funny? (What you trust a nigga?)
I hard, look at your diamonds.... them shits cost money
Forget about your homies, jealous of you
I ain't tryna hear what they tell us to do
Besides half of ain't even got no man
That's why I'm all out, puttin' rocks on your hand
But you don't care, you're spoiled and shit
Talk like you drink baby oil and shit
She got a 500 wit chrome, kit
And you still not happy, man what's wit chicks

(Chorus)

3: Sauce Money]
Enjoy your cut necklace, finer
Versace, Armani, diamond
Anything you can imagine, if you let it
No more school loans, own line or credit
Walk in closets, full link in 'em
His and her rollies, links wit 'em
Bottles of Dom, tennis braids for arm
workers for your beauty salon
But you don't hear that, you still not happy
Shit, so the industry's bustin' at me
Car through Brooklyn, cop's on my tail
Feds hit the spot, it chopped on the scale
Undercovers Ds hit the for a sale
For you or nobody else, I'm not to jail
Imagine, all of inside of a day
Just for ungrateful ass, whatchu got to say?

(Chorus)