Luyện nghe bài hát Touch Me, Tease Me

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

1: Sauce Money]
I'm in the streets with my thug
You the block is hot
them niggas tryna set up shop
Gettin' money in streets is all I got
Even if it takes me gettin'
Besides what you riffin'
Five Gs I hit you for
Can't believe you still more
I'm a thug boo you know thugs don't
'cause I love you, you wanna drive the six
Well that's too shine, unnecessary flair
No more arguing, some dough for ya hair
beep me 12 o'clock, I'll be right there
To you up, don't ruin that
I don't really be doin'
What you that's not good enough?
I'm spendin' too much of time in the and stuff?
In the drop chrome shinnin' flauntin' my
I'm get paid ma, what you want me to do?

Lil' Kim]
You please me
Touch and me
me, hug me
Rub me, me
Kiss me, and deceive me
me, you gotta 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 stank, I ain't around a lot
understand 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 at Sauce funny? (What you don't trust a nigga?)
I work hard, look at your diamonds.... them shits cost
Forget your homies, they jealous of you
I ain't tryna hear what they tell us to do
Besides half of them even got no man
why I'm goin' all out, puttin' rocks on your hand
But you don't really care, spoiled and shit
Talk slick you drink baby oil and shit
She got a 500 wit chrome, kit
And you still not happy, man what's wrong wit

(Chorus)

[Verse 3: Sauce
Enjoy your cut necklace, things
Versace, Armani, rings
you can imagine, if you mine let it
No more school loans, your own line or
Walk in closets, link minks in 'em
His and her rollies, extra wit 'em
Bottles of Dom, braids for your arm
Four-five for your beauty salon
But you don't hear that, you still not happy
Shit, so what the industry's at me
Car chases through Brooklyn, on my tail
hit the spot, found it chopped on the scale
Undercovers Ds hit the for a sale
For you or else, I'm not goin' to jail
Imagine, all of inside of a day
Just for your ungrateful ass, got to say?

(Chorus)