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 it all, just for you, yeah
You're the one baby girl, never been so sure
Your skin's so pure, the men go for
The type I the Benz slow for
The type I be beepin the horn, rollin down the for
Never been no
So to get you in closed doors, I buy you everything in 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 hand
You ain't gotta say "we friends" no more
I shine, you shine, it never been no
I ain't like who just wanna get in those drawers
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 trade it all, money, cars and
All, give up my street dream (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)
give up my good green
All, and I'd the watch and pinky ring (oh yeah)
All, anything to have you on my
All, baby I'd trade it all

Uh, don't front ma', you the way I ball's to pick and roll
Like and Malone when we play the mall
I be goin out my way to
'Cause I love the way your hips make jeans seem like they too small
Them see-through tops with your titties
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 talk about them light-browns under your shades
right, thus tight
Got a thick set of thighs and struts uh
Yo' the taught this brother to mack
But I think I slipped when I saw them full lips with Mac
You got everything others would lack
Along 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 sure it's right for my baby
You know how tight my day be
And how and stressin them flights to L.A. be
Ain't no rumor gon' get back to your
Before I let a nigga you I be back in the pen
Front to you a ten
You got me thinkin 'bout puttin a car in back of the Benz, uh