Luyện nghe bài hát Trade It All

Fabolous, Jagged Edge, don't be fool, I'd have you ma'
Than everything, I'd give it all, just for you,
You're the one baby girl, I've never been so
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 no whore
So to get you in closed doors, I buy you everything in those
This, that, and yours
As long as the only one you let that grin show for
You gotta spend no more, I'm a put a rock on your hand
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 those
'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 your 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 have you on my (I don't care 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, to have you on my team
All, girl I'd trade it all

Uh, don't front ma', you know the way I ball's to and roll
Stockton 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 tops with your exposed
When you kick off them there ain't bitty whose toes as pretty as those
That blonde hair look good, straight down, bun or the
And I ain't gon' about them light-browns under your shades
Bust right, thus
Got a thick set of thighs and like uh
Yo' the game taught brother to mack
But I think I slipped I saw them 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 to have my jersey retired, for real

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