Luyện nghe bài hát Touch Me, Tease Me

[Intro: Sauce
Man
They just don't
How hard it is for a black male
Still wanna
We don't wanna
All we wanna do is take take
Ya get some

[Verse 1: Sauce
I'm in the streets with my love
You know the is hot
Plus them niggas tryna set up
Gettin' money in these is all I got
if it takes me gettin' shot
Besides you riffin' for?
Five Gs I hit you for
Can't you still want more
I'm a thug boo you know don't trick
'cause I love you, you wanna drive the six
Well that's too shine, unnecessary flair
No more arguing, take some dough for ya
beep me 12 o'clock, I'll be right there
To pick you up, don't ruin
I really be doin' that
What you mean 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 deceive me
Show me, you gotta me
Or me

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

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

(Chorus)

3: Sauce Money]
Enjoy your cut necklace, things
Versace, Armani, rings
you can imagine, if you mine let it
No more school loans, your own or credit
in closets, full link minks in 'em
His and her rollies, extra wit 'em
Bottles of Dom, braids for your arm
Four-five workers for beauty salon
But you don't wanna hear that, you not happy
Shit, so what the bustin' at me
Car through Brooklyn, cop's on my tail
Feds hit the spot, found it chopped on the
Ds hit the block for a sale
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)