Luyện nghe bài hát Touch Me, Tease Me

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

[Verse 1: Sauce
I'm in the streets with my thug
You know the is hot
Plus them tryna set up shop
Gettin' money in these is all I got
Even if it takes me shot
what you riffin' for?
Five Gs I hit you for
believe you still want more
I'm a thug boo you know thugs trick
Just 'cause I love you, you drive the six
Well that's too shine, unnecessary flair
No arguing, take some dough for ya hair
Just beep me 12 o'clock, I'll be there
To pick you up, ruin that
I don't be doin' that
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, you want me to do?

Lil' Kim]
You please me
Touch and me
me, hug me
Rub me, me
Kiss me, and deceive 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 gotta me
Or me

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

I rap for big now, this ain't around the block
Now you treat me I'm cheatin', creepin' or sumin
Sneakin' or sumin, late keepin' 'em humpin'
Why you look at Sauce (What you don't trust a nigga?)
I work hard, look at your diamonds.... them shits cost
Forget about your homies, they of you
I ain't really tryna what they tell us to do
Besides of them ain't even got no man
That's why I'm goin' all out, rocks on your hand
But you don't really care, you're and shit
Talk slick like you 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: Sauce
Enjoy your cut necklace, things
Versace, Armani, rings
Anything you can imagine, if you let it
No more school loans, own line or credit
in closets, full link minks in 'em
His and her rollies, links 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 the industry's bustin' at me
Car chases through Brooklyn, cop's on my
Feds hit the spot, it chopped on the scale
Undercovers Ds hit the block for a
For you or nobody else, I'm not to jail
Imagine, all of inside of a day
Just for your ungrateful ass, whatchu got to

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