Luyện nghe bài hát Touch 'N You

Rose huh, that's the problem with rap niggas
They don't know how to play it cool you
Mean a time and place for everything
Been thinking you all day
Right now, is about time
Look how you turn me on baby (They like you talk to em)
(If you something)
Seeing is (Ursher baby) turn the lights on

She on me, biting on my bottom lip (Huh)
In the gallery all I get is buy me
Conversations on the phone the break of dawn
Combination to her home, I gotta her moan
Mean hustle got me chasing all fast money
Balenciaga sneakers, now she cash money
So sexy in them all Giuseppe heels
50 in her bag so she know it's real
Top off the Ferrari now we out
Smoking on that bumping 2Pac
It's me against the now what's your phone number?
Jumping in that range rover and I'm coming

(Fuck'n you) thinking 'bout you all day
Still can't get my mind off body
I'm day bout (Fuck'n you)
how you turn me on baby
'Cause nobody compares to body
time you let me touch (Fuck'n you)
And time you let me
Nobody compares to your body,

I think I put a ring on it
I think I wanna tat her on me (tat tat tatted up)
I had a lot of women, but this is not the same for me
Bounce, love it how she make it bounce!
Rose petals on her bed, I walk in
I love it she speak a different language
I touch her in so many angles
Born and my baby so stunnin'
Niggas want her, but she find so funny
I'm getting money, living the most wanted
She all I needed, now Usher sing it

(Fuck'n you) Been thinking you all day
Still get my mind off your body
Day bout (Fuck'n you)
how you turn me on baby
Nobody to your body
Every time you let me (Fuck'n you)
Let me and time you let me
Nobody compares to your body,

champagne for my dime piece
In the sheets you I flip her like a 9 piece
In the streets you I'm eating like a lion feast
a nipple tryna tickle all the finer things
Keys to the crib, keep it trill, time to handle
Big dreamer, new beamer, the realest nigga
Cover of the source, of the Porsche
all haters, showing no remorse
Knocking at the door, she recognize the
I'm not them boys, she know I shine the most
She a lot I know she on the go
Another bottle of Ciroc, baby let's a toast

(Fuck'n you) Been thinking you all day
Still can't get my mind off body
I'm bout (Fuck'n you)
how you turn me on baby
'Cause compares to your body
Every you let me touch (Fuck'n you)
time you let me
Nobody compares to body, touch