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 girl, I've never been so sure
Your so pure, the type men go for
The I drive the Benz slow for
The type I be beepin the horn, rollin down the for
been no whore
So to get you in closed doors, I buy you in those stores
This, that, and yours
As long as Fabolous the only one you let that grin for
You ain't gotta spend no more, I'm a put a rock on your
You ain't gotta say "we just friends" no
I shine, you shine, it never been no
I ain't like most who just wanna get in those
every king 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, show 'em the ring and the
And let your finger be seen, it's on

Girl I'd it all, money, cars and everything
All, even give up my dream (my dream)
All, to have you on my team (I don't care baby)
All, baby girl I'd it all (I'd trade it, yeah)
give up my good green
All, and I'd give the watch and pinky (oh yeah)
All, anything to have you on my
All, girl 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 goin out my way to
'Cause I love the way your hips your jeans seem like they too small
Them see-through tops with your titties
When you kick off shoes there ain't bitty whose toes as pretty as those
That blonde hair good, straight down, bun or the braids
And I ain't gon' talk about them light-browns your shades
Bust right, thus
Got a thick set of thighs and like uh
Yo' the game taught this to mack
But I think I when I saw them full lips covered with Mac
You got everything that others lack
with the F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S
Your patience I admire
'Cause I started out a now I'm 'bout to have my jersey retired, for real

ain't no "mights" or "maybe"
I did wrong, so I'm a make sure it's 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 get back to your friends
Before I let a 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