Luyện nghe bài hát Touch Me, Tease Me

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

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

Lil' Kim]
You please me
Touch and 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
Show me, you believe me
Or me

2: Sauce Money]
You got some grillin' me wit a frown a lot
Attitude real stank, I ain't a lot
Can't understand why I'm outta a lot

I rap for big now, this ain't around the block
Now you me like I'm cheatin', creepin' or sumin
Sneakin' or sumin, night keepin' 'em humpin'
Why you look at funny? (What you don't trust a nigga?)
I work hard, look at your diamonds.... them cost money
Forget about your homies, they 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 all out, puttin' rocks on your hand
But you don't really care, you're spoiled and
slick like you drink baby oil and shit
She got a 500 wit chrome, kit
And you still not happy, man what's wit chicks

(Chorus)

[Verse 3: Sauce
Enjoy cut necklace, finer things
Versace, Armani, diamond
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, tennis braids for arm
Four-five workers for your beauty
But you don't wanna that, you still not happy
Shit, so what the industry's at me
Car chases Brooklyn, cop's on my tail
Feds hit the spot, found it 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 your ungrateful ass, whatchu got to

(Chorus)