Luyện nghe bài hát Trade It All

Fabolous, Edge, don't 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 so sure
skin's so pure, the type men go for
The I drive the Benz slow for
The type I be beepin the horn, down the windows for
Never been no
So to get you in closed doors, I buy you everything in those
This, that, and those
As as Fabolous the only one you let that grin show for
You ain't gotta spend no more, I'm a put a on your hand
You gotta say "we just friends" no more
I shine, you shine, it never no flaws
I ain't like most who just wanna get in those
'Cause every king need a
And with me and you girl I ain't let a thing in between
It ain't a thing, nahmean, hate, show 'em the ring and the green
And let middle finger be seen, it's on

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

Uh, don't front ma', you know the way I ball's to pick and
Stockton and Malone when we play the mall
I be goin out my way to
'Cause I love the way hips make your jeans seem like they too small
Them see-through tops with your titties
When you kick off them shoes there ain't whose toes as pretty as those
blonde hair look good, straight down, bun or the braids
And I ain't talk about them light-browns under your 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 lips covered with Mac
You got everything that others would
with the F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S
Your patience I personally
'Cause I started out a player now I'm 'bout to have my retired, for real

There no "mights" or "maybe"
I did wrong, so I'm a make sure it's right for my baby
You know how tight my day be
And how long and stressin them to L.A. be
Ain't no rumor gon' get 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