Luyện nghe bài hát Trade It All

Fabolous, Jagged Edge, be fool, I'd rather have you ma'
everything, I'd give it all, just for you, yeah
You're the one baby girl, I've never been so
skin's so pure, the type men go for
The I drive the Benz slow for
The type I be beepin the horn, rollin the windows for
Never been no
So to get you in closed doors, I buy you in those stores
This, that, and those
As long as Fabolous the only one you let that show for
You gotta spend no more, I'm a put a rock on your hand
You ain't say "we just friends" no more
I shine, you shine, it never been no
I ain't like who just wanna get in those drawers
every king need a queen
And with me and you I ain't tryna let a thing in between
It ain't a thing, nahmean, chicks hate, show 'em the ring and the
And let your middle finger be seen, on

Girl I'd trade it all, money, cars and
All, even give up my street (my dream)
All, anything to have you on my (I don't care baby)
All, baby girl I'd it all (I'd trade it, yeah)
Even up my good green
All, and I'd give the and pinky ring (oh yeah)
All, anything to you on my team
All, baby I'd trade it all

Uh, don't ma', you know the way I ball's to pick and roll
Like and Malone when we play the mall
I be out my way to call
'Cause I love the way hips make your jeans seem like they too small
Them see-through tops your titties exposed
When you kick off them shoes there ain't bitty toes as pretty as those
That blonde look good, straight down, bun or the braids
And I ain't gon' talk about them light-browns your shades
right, thus tight
Got a set of thighs and struts like uh
Yo' the game taught brother to mack
But I think I slipped when I saw them full lips covered Mac
You got everything that would lack
Along the F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S
Your patience I admire
I started out a player now I'm 'bout to have my jersey retired, for real

There no "mights" or "maybe"
I done did wrong, so I'm a sure it's right for my baby
You know how tight my day be
And how long and stressin flights to L.A. be
Ain't no rumor get back to your friends
Before I let a nigga you I be back in the pen
Front to you a ten
You got me 'bout puttin a car seat in back of the Benz, uh