Luyện nghe bài hát Trade It All (Part 2)

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

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

Uh, don't front ma', you know the way I ball's to pick and
Like Stockton and 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 your titties exposed
you kick off them shoes there ain't bitty whose toes as pretty as those
That blonde hair look good, 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 struts uh
Yo' the game taught this to mack
But I think I slipped when I saw them full lips with Mac
You got everything that others would
Along the F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S
Your patience I admire
'Cause I started out a player now I'm 'bout to have my jersey retired, for

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