Luyện nghe bài hát Touch Me, Tease Me

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

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

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

[Verse 2: 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 the block
Now you treat me like I'm cheatin', 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 cost money
about your homies, they 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 goin' all out, puttin' on your hand
But you really care, you're spoiled and shit
Talk slick you drink baby oil and shit
She got a 500 wit chrome, kit
And you not happy, man what's wrong wit chicks

(Chorus)

[Verse 3: Money]
Enjoy your cut necklace, finer
Versace, Armani, rings
you can imagine, if you mine 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
Four-five for your beauty salon
But you don't wanna that, you still not happy
Shit, so what the industry's at me
Car chases through Brooklyn, cop's on my
Feds hit the spot, found it on the scale
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, whatchu got to

(Chorus)