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

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

Uh, don't front ma', you know the way I to pick and roll
Like Stockton and Malone we play the mall
I be goin out my way to
'Cause I love the way your 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 look good, straight down, bun or the braids
And I ain't gon' about them light-browns under your shades
right, thus tight
Got a thick set of and struts like uh
Yo' the taught this brother to mack
But I think I slipped when I saw full lips covered with Mac
You got everything that would lack
with the F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S
Your patience I personally
'Cause I started out a player now I'm 'bout to my jersey retired, for real

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