Luyện nghe bài hát Touch Me, Tease Me

[Intro: Sauce
Man
They just understand
How hard it is for a young male
Still beef
We wanna compromise
All we wanna do is take take
Ya better get

1: Sauce Money]
I'm in the streets with my thug
You know the is hot
Plus them tryna set up shop
Gettin' money in these is all I got
Even if it me gettin' shot
Besides what you for?
Gs what I hit you for
Can't believe you want more
I'm a thug boo you thugs don't trick
Just I love you, you wanna drive the six
Well that's too 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 ruin
I don't really be that
What you that's not good enough?
I'm spendin' too of time in the hood and stuff?
In the drop shinnin' flauntin' my crew
I'm tryna get paid ma, what you me to do?

Lil' Kim]
You gotta me
and tease me
me, hug me
Rub me, me
me, and never deceive me
Show me, you believe me
Or me
me
Touch and me
me, hug me
Rub me, me
Kiss me, and never me
Show me, you gotta me
Or me

[Verse 2: Money]
You got some nerve grillin' me wit a a lot
Attitude real stank, I ain't a lot
Can't why I'm outta town a lot

I rap for big paper now, this around the block
Now you treat me like I'm cheatin', or sumin
Sneakin' or sumin, late night keepin' 'em
Why you look at funny? (What you don't trust a nigga?)
I work hard, look at your diamonds.... them shits money
Forget about your homies, jealous of you
I ain't really tryna hear what they us to do
Besides half of them ain't got no man
That's why I'm goin' all out, puttin' rocks on your
But you don't really care, you're spoiled and
Talk like you drink baby oil and shit
She got a 500 wit chrome, kit
And you still not happy, man what's wrong wit

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[Verse 3: Money]
Enjoy your cut necklace, finer
Versace, Armani, rings
Anything you can imagine, if you let it
No more school loans, your own or credit
Walk in closets, link minks in 'em
His and her rollies, extra wit 'em
Bottles of Dom, braids for your arm
workers for your beauty salon
But you don't wanna hear that, you still not
Shit, so the industry's bustin' at me
Car chases through Brooklyn, cop's on my
Feds hit the spot, found it 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 ungrateful ass, whatchu got to say?

(Chorus)