Luyện nghe bài hát Touch'n You (feat. Usher)

Rose huh, that's the problem these rap niggas
They know how to play it cool you know
Mean it's a time and place for
thinking bout you all day
Right now, is about that
Look how you turn me on baby (They when you talk to em)
(If you something)
Seeing is believing (Ursher baby) the lights on

She kissing on me, biting on my lip (Huh)
In the all I get is buy me this
Conversations on the phone until the of dawn
to her home, I gotta make her moan
Mean got me chasing all this fast money
Balenciaga sneakers, now she cash money
So sexy in them all black heels
50 stacks in her bag so she know it's
Top off the now we thugged out
Smoking on that Cali' 2Pac
It's me against the now what's your phone number?
in that range rover and I'm coming over

(Fuck'n you) Been 'bout you all day
Still get my mind off your body
I'm day bout (Fuck'n you)
Look how you me on baby
'Cause nobody compares to your
Every you let me touch (Fuck'n you)
And time you let me
Nobody compares to your body,

I think I wanna put a 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, it how she always make it bounce!
Rose petals on her bed, I walk in
I love it she speak a different language
I her in so many different angles
Born and my baby so stunnin'
Niggas want her, but she them so funny
I'm getting money, living like the most
She all I ever needed, now Usher it

(Fuck'n you) Been thinking you all day
can't get my mind off your body
Day dreaming (Fuck'n you)
Look how you me on baby
Nobody compares to your
Every you let me touch (Fuck'n you)
Let me and every you let me
Nobody compares to body, touch

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

(Fuck'n you) thinking 'bout you all day
Still can't get my off your 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)
Every you let me
Nobody compares to body, touch