Luyện nghe bài hát Touch Me, Tease Me

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

[Verse 1: Sauce
I'm in the streets with my thug
You know the is hot
Plus them niggas tryna set up
money in these streets is all I got
Even if it takes me shot
what you riffin' for?
Five Gs I hit you for
believe you still want more
I'm a thug boo you know thugs don't
Just 'cause I you, you wanna drive the six
Well that's too much shine, flair
No more arguing, take some dough for ya
Just me 12 o'clock, I'll be right there
To pick you up, ruin that
I really be doin' that
What you mean not good enough?
I'm spendin' too much of time in the and stuff?
In the chrome shinnin' flauntin' my crew
I'm tryna get paid ma, 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 deceive me
Show me, you gotta me
Or me

[Verse 2: Sauce
You got some nerve grillin' me wit a a lot
Attitude real stank, I around a lot
Can't understand why I'm outta a lot

I rap for big now, this ain't around the block
Now you me like I'm cheatin', creepin' or sumin
or sumin, late night keepin' 'em humpin'
Why you look at funny? (What you don't trust a nigga?)
I work hard, look at your diamonds.... them shits cost
Forget about your homies, jealous of you
I really tryna hear what they tell us to do
Besides half of them ain't got no man
That's why I'm goin' all out, puttin' rocks on your
But you don't really care, 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)

[Verse 3: Sauce
your cut necklace, finer things
Versace, Armani, rings
you can imagine, if you mine let it
No more school loans, your own line or
in closets, full link minks in 'em
His and her rollies, extra wit 'em
of Dom, tennis braids for your arm
Four-five workers for your beauty
But you wanna hear that, you still not happy
Shit, so what the 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 inside of a day
Just for your ungrateful ass, got to say?

(Chorus)