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
Your so pure, the type men go for
The I drive the Benz slow for
The type I be beepin the horn, rollin the windows for
Never no whore
So to get you in closed doors, I buy you everything in those
This, that, and those
As long as Fabolous the only one you let that show 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 no flaws
I ain't like most who just get in those drawers
'Cause every king a queen
And with me and you girl I ain't let a thing in between
It ain't a thing, nahmean, hate, show 'em the ring and the green
And let your middle be seen, it's on

I'd trade 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 I'd trade it all (I'd trade it, yeah)
Even give up my green
All, and I'd give the 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 know the way I ball's to pick and
Like and Malone when we play the mall
I be out my way to call
'Cause I love the way your hips make your jeans like they too small
Them see-through tops with titties exposed
you kick off them shoes there ain't bitty whose toes as pretty as those
That hair look good, straight down, bun or the braids
And I ain't gon' talk them light-browns under your shades
Bust right, thus
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 full lips with Mac
You got everything that others would
Along the F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S
Your I personally admire
'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 right for my baby
You how tight that my day be
And how and stressin them flights to L.A. be
Ain't no gon' get back to your friends
I let a nigga disrespect 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