Luyện nghe bài hát Trade It All

Fabolous, Jagged Edge, be fool, I'd rather have you ma'
Than everything, I'd give it all, just for you,
You're the one baby girl, I've been so sure
Your skin's so pure, the men go for
The type I drive the slow for
The type I be beepin the horn, down the windows for
Never no whore
So to get you in closed doors, I buy you everything in stores
This, that, and those
As long as Fabolous the only one you let that show for
You ain't gotta spend no more, I'm a put a rock on your
You ain't gotta say "we friends" no more
I shine, you shine, it been no flaws
I ain't like most who just wanna get in drawers
'Cause every king need a
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 and the green
And let your finger be seen, it's on

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

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

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