Luyện nghe bài hát Trade It All (Part 2)

Fabolous, Jagged Edge, don't be fool, I'd rather you ma'
everything, I'd give it all, just for you, yeah
You're the one baby girl, I've been so sure
skin's so pure, the type men go for
The type I drive the Benz for
The type I be the horn, rollin down the windows for
Never been no
So to get you in closed doors, I buy you everything in those
This, that, and yours
As long as Fabolous the only one you let grin show for
You gotta spend 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 no flaws
I ain't like most who just wanna get in drawers
'Cause every need a queen
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 finger be seen, it's on

Girl I'd trade it all, money, and everything
All, give up my street dream (my dream)
All, anything to have you on my team (I don't baby)
All, baby girl I'd it all (I'd trade it, yeah)
Even up my good green
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 ball's to pick and
Stockton and Malone when we play the mall
I be out my way to call
'Cause I love the way your hips make your jeans seem like too small
Them see-through tops with titties exposed
When you kick off shoes there ain't bitty whose toes as pretty as those
blonde hair look good, straight down, bun or the braids
And I ain't gon' talk about light-browns under your shades
right, thus tight
Got a set of thighs and struts like uh
Yo' the game this brother to mack
But I think I slipped when I saw them lips covered with Mac
You got that others would lack
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 my jersey retired, for real

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