Luyện nghe bài hát Trade It All

Fabolous, Jagged Edge, be fool, I'd rather have you ma'
Than everything, I'd it all, just for you, yeah
the one baby girl, I've never been so sure
Your so pure, the type men go for
The type I drive the Benz 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 stores
This, that, and those
As long as the only one you let that grin show for
You ain't gotta spend no more, I'm a put a rock on hand
You gotta say "we just 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 middle finger be seen, it's on

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

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

There no "mights" or "maybe"
I did wrong, so I'm a make sure it's right for my baby
You how tight that my day be
And how long and them flights to L.A. be
no rumor gon' get back to your friends
Before I let a nigga you I be back in the pen
to back you a ten
You got me thinkin 'bout puttin a car seat in of the Benz, uh