Luyện nghe bài hát Touch Me, Tease Me

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

[Verse 1: Sauce
I'm in the streets with my love
You know the is hot
Plus them niggas tryna set up
money in these streets is all I got
Even if it me gettin' shot
Besides what you riffin'
Five Gs I hit you for
Can't believe you want more
I'm a thug boo you know don't trick
Just I love you, you wanna drive the six
Well that's too much shine, unnecessary
No more arguing, take some for ya hair
beep me 12 o'clock, I'll be right there
To pick you up, don't ruin
I don't really be doin'
What you mean that's not enough?
I'm too much of time in the hood and stuff?
In the drop shinnin' flauntin' my crew
I'm tryna get ma, what you want me to do?

[Chorus: Lil'
You please me
and tease 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
Kiss me, and never me
me, you gotta believe me
Or me

[Verse 2: Sauce
You got nerve grillin' 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 around the block
Now you me like I'm cheatin', creepin' or sumin
Sneakin' or sumin, late keepin' 'em humpin'
Why you at Sauce funny? (What you don't trust a nigga?)
I work hard, look at diamonds.... them shits cost money
Forget your homies, they jealous of you
I ain't really tryna what they tell us to do
Besides half of ain't even got no man
why I'm goin' all out, puttin' rocks on your hand
But you don't really care, spoiled and shit
Talk slick like you drink baby oil and
She got a 500 wit chrome, kit
And you still not happy, man what's wrong wit

(Chorus)

[Verse 3: Money]
your cut necklace, finer things
Versace, Armani, rings
you can imagine, if you mine let it
No more school loans, own line or credit
Walk in closets, full minks in 'em
His and her rollies, links wit 'em
of Dom, tennis braids for your arm
Four-five for your beauty salon
But you don't wanna hear that, you still not
Shit, so the industry's bustin' at me
Car chases Brooklyn, cop's on my tail
Feds hit the spot, it chopped on the scale
Ds hit the block for a sale
For you or nobody else, I'm not goin' to
Imagine, all of inside of a day
for your ungrateful ass, whatchu got to say?

(Chorus)