Luyện nghe bài hát Touch Me, Tease Me

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

[Verse 1: Sauce
I'm in the streets with my love
You the block is hot
Plus them tryna set up shop
Gettin' money in streets is all I got
if it takes me gettin' shot
Besides you riffin' for?
Five Gs I hit you for
Can't you still want more
I'm a thug boo you thugs don't trick
Just 'cause I love you, you drive the six
Well too much shine, unnecessary flair
No more arguing, some dough for ya hair
Just beep me 12 o'clock, I'll be there
To you up, don't ruin that
I don't really be doin'
What you mean not good enough?
I'm spendin' too much of time in the hood and
In the drop chrome shinnin' my crew
I'm tryna get paid ma, what you 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 gotta me
Or me
me
Touch and me
me, hug me
Rub me, me
me, and never deceive me
Show me, you gotta me
Or me

2: Sauce Money]
You got some nerve 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 around the
Now you me like I'm cheatin', creepin' or sumin
Sneakin' or sumin, night 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, they of you
I ain't really tryna hear they tell us to do
Besides half of them even got no man
That's why I'm goin' all out, puttin' on your hand
But you don't really care, you're spoiled and
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, rings
Anything you can imagine, if you let it
No more school loans, your own or credit
Walk in closets, full minks in 'em
His and her rollies, links wit 'em
of Dom, tennis braids for your arm
Four-five workers for your salon
But you don't wanna hear that, you still not
Shit, so the industry's bustin' at me
Car chases through Brooklyn, cop's on my
Feds hit the spot, found it chopped on the
Ds hit the block for a sale
For you or nobody else, I'm not to jail
Imagine, all of this of a day
for your ungrateful ass, whatchu got to say?

(Chorus)