Luyện nghe bài hát Touch Me, Tease Me

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

[Verse 1: Money]
I'm in the with my thug love
You the block is hot
them niggas tryna set up shop
Gettin' in these streets is all I got
Even if it takes me 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 'cause I love you, you drive the six
Well too much shine, unnecessary flair
No more arguing, take dough for ya hair
Just beep me 12 o'clock, I'll be there
To you up, don't ruin that
I don't be doin' that
What you that's not good enough?
I'm spendin' too much of in the hood and stuff?
In the drop chrome flauntin' my crew
I'm get paid ma, what you want me to do?

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

2: Sauce Money]
You got nerve grillin' me wit a frown a lot
Attitude real stank, I ain't 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 keepin' 'em humpin'
Why you look at Sauce funny? (What you don't a nigga?)
I work hard, look at your diamonds.... shits cost money
about your homies, they jealous of you
I ain't really hear what they tell us to do
half of them ain't even got no man
That's why I'm goin' all out, puttin' on your hand
But you really care, you're spoiled and shit
Talk slick like you drink baby oil and
She got a 500 wit chrome, kit
And you not happy, man what's wrong wit chicks

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[Verse 3: Sauce
Enjoy your cut necklace, things
Versace, Armani, rings
you can imagine, if you mine let it
No more loans, your own line or credit
Walk in closets, link minks in 'em
His and her rollies, links wit 'em
Bottles of Dom, tennis for your arm
workers for your beauty salon
But you wanna hear that, you still not happy
Shit, so what the 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 this of a day
Just for ungrateful ass, whatchu got to say?

(Chorus)