Luyện nghe bài hát Trade It All

Fabolous, Edge, don't 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 never been so
Your skin's so pure, the men go for
The type I drive the Benz for
The type I be beepin the horn, rollin the windows for
been no whore
So to get you in closed doors, I buy you in those stores
This, that, and yours
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 never no flaws
I ain't like most who just wanna get in drawers
'Cause every king need a
And me and you girl I ain't tryna let a thing in between
It ain't a thing, nahmean, chicks hate, 'em the ring and the green
And let middle 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 I'd trade it all (I'd trade it, yeah)
Even give up my good
All, and I'd give the watch and pinky (oh yeah)
All, anything to you on my team
All, baby girl I'd 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 the way your hips make your jeans seem like they too small
Them see-through tops your titties exposed
When you kick off them shoes there bitty whose toes as pretty as those
That hair look good, straight down, bun or the braids
And I gon' talk about them light-browns under your shades
Bust right, thus
Got a thick set of and struts like uh
Yo' the game this brother to mack
But I think I slipped when I saw them full covered with Mac
You got everything that others lack
with the F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S
Your patience I admire
'Cause I started out a now I'm 'bout to have my jersey retired, for real

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