Luyện nghe bài hát Touch Me, Tease Me

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

[Verse 1: Money]
I'm in the streets with my love
You the block is hot
them niggas tryna set up shop
Gettin' money in these is all I got
Even if it me gettin' shot
Besides what you 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 you, you wanna drive the six
that's too much shine, unnecessary flair
No more arguing, take some dough for ya
Just beep me 12 o'clock, I'll be there
To pick you up, ruin that
I don't really be doin'
What you mean that's not good
I'm spendin' too much of in the hood and stuff?
In the chrome shinnin' flauntin' my crew
I'm tryna get ma, what you want me to do?

[Chorus: Lil'
You please me
Touch and me
me, hug me
Rub me, me
me, and never 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 nerve grillin' me wit a frown a lot
real stank, I ain't around a lot
Can't understand why I'm outta a lot

I rap for big paper now, ain't around the block
Now you me like I'm cheatin', creepin' or sumin
or sumin, late night keepin' 'em humpin'
Why you at Sauce funny? (What you don't trust a nigga?)
I work hard, look at your diamonds.... them shits money
Forget your homies, they jealous of you
I ain't really hear what they tell us to do
half of them ain't even got no man
That's why I'm goin' all out, puttin' rocks on hand
But you don't care, you're spoiled and shit
slick 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: Money]
Enjoy cut necklace, finer things
Versace, Armani, rings
Anything you can imagine, if you let it
No more school loans, own line or credit
Walk in closets, full minks in 'em
His and her rollies, links wit 'em
Bottles of Dom, tennis for your arm
Four-five for your beauty salon
But you don't wanna hear that, you still not
Shit, so what the bustin' at me
Car chases Brooklyn, cop's on my tail
Feds hit the spot, it chopped on the scale
Undercovers Ds hit the block for a
For you or nobody else, I'm not goin' to
Imagine, all of this of a day
Just for your ungrateful ass, whatchu got to

(Chorus)