Luyện nghe bài hát Trade It All

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

I'd trade it all, money, cars and everything
All, even up my street dream (my dream)
All, anything to have you on my (I don't care baby)
All, girl I'd trade it all (I'd trade it, yeah)
give 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
I love the way your hips make your jeans seem like they too small
Them see-through with your titties exposed
When you kick off them shoes 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 light-browns under your shades
right, thus tight
Got a thick set of thighs and struts uh
Yo' the game taught brother to mack
But I think I slipped when I saw full lips covered with Mac
You got everything that would lack
Along the F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S
Your I personally admire
'Cause I started out a player now I'm 'bout to have my jersey retired, for

There no "mights" or "maybe"
I done did wrong, so I'm a make sure right for my baby
You know how tight my day be
And how long and them flights 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 a car seat in back of the Benz, uh