Luyện nghe bài hát Touch Me, Tease Me

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

[Verse 1: Sauce
I'm in the streets with my love
You the block is hot
Plus them niggas tryna set up
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 want 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, take some dough for ya
Just beep me 12 o'clock, be right there
To pick you up, don't ruin
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 chrome shinnin' 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 believe me
Or me
me
Touch and me
me, hug me
Rub me, me
Kiss me, and never me
me, you gotta believe me
Or me

2: Sauce Money]
You got some nerve grillin' me wit a 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 like I'm cheatin', or sumin
or sumin, late night 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 homies, they jealous of you
I ain't really tryna hear what 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 spoiled and
Talk slick like you drink 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 your cut necklace, things
Versace, Armani, rings
you can imagine, if you mine let it
No more loans, your own line or credit
in closets, full link minks in 'em
His and her rollies, links wit 'em
Bottles of Dom, tennis braids for arm
Four-five workers for your salon
But you wanna hear that, you still not happy
Shit, so the industry's bustin' at me
Car chases through Brooklyn, cop's on my
hit the spot, found 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 this of a day
Just for your ungrateful ass, got to say?

(Chorus)