Luyện nghe bài hát Trade It All (Part 2)

Fabolous, Jagged Edge, don't be fool, I'd rather you ma'
Than everything, I'd give it all, just for you,
You're the one baby girl, I've never so sure
Your skin's so pure, the men go for
The type I drive the Benz for
The I be beepin the horn, rollin down the windows for
Never no whore
So to get you in doors, I buy you everything in those stores
This, that, and yours
As as Fabolous 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 never no flaws
I ain't like most who just get in those drawers
every king need a queen
And me and you girl 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 your finger be seen, it's on

I'd trade it all, money, cars and everything
All, even give up my dream (my dream)
All, anything to have you on my team (I care baby)
All, baby girl I'd trade it all (I'd it, yeah)
Even give up my green
All, and I'd the watch and pinky ring (oh yeah)
All, anything to you on my team
All, baby girl I'd it all

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

There no "mights" or "maybe"
I done did wrong, so I'm a make sure it's right for my
You know how that my day be
And how long and stressin them 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