Luyện nghe bài hát Touch Me, Tease Me

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

[Verse 1: Money]
I'm in the streets with my love
You the block is hot
Plus them niggas set up shop
money in these streets is all I got
Even if it me gettin' shot
Besides what you riffin'
Gs what I hit you for
Can't believe you still more
I'm a thug boo you know don't trick
Just 'cause I love you, you drive the six
Well that's too much shine, unnecessary
No more arguing, some dough for ya hair
Just beep me 12 o'clock, I'll be there
To pick you up, don't that
I don't really be doin'
What you mean that's not good
I'm spendin' too much of 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 believe me
Or me

[Verse 2: Sauce
You got some nerve me wit a frown a lot
real stank, I ain't around a lot
Can't understand why I'm outta a lot

I rap for big paper now, this ain't the block
Now you me like I'm cheatin', creepin' or sumin
Sneakin' or sumin, night keepin' 'em humpin'
Why you at Sauce funny? (What you don't trust a nigga?)
I work hard, look at your diamonds.... them shits money
about your homies, they jealous of you
I really tryna hear what they tell 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 care, you're 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

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[Verse 3: Money]
Enjoy cut necklace, finer things
Versace, Armani, diamond
Anything you can imagine, if you let it
No more school loans, your own line or
Walk in closets, full link in 'em
His and her rollies, extra wit 'em
Bottles of Dom, tennis for your arm
Four-five workers for your beauty
But you wanna hear that, you still not happy
Shit, so the industry's bustin' at me
Car chases through Brooklyn, 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 to jail
Imagine, all of this of a day
Just for your ungrateful ass, whatchu got to

(Chorus)