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

Girl I'd trade it all, money, cars and
All, even give up my street (my dream)
All, to have you on my team (I don't care baby)
All, girl I'd trade it all (I'd trade it, yeah)
Even give up my green
All, and I'd the watch and pinky ring (oh yeah)
All, anything to you on my team
All, baby I'd trade it all

Uh, don't front ma', you the way I ball's to pick and roll
Like Stockton and Malone when we the mall
I be out my way to call
'Cause I love the way your hips your jeans seem like they too small
see-through tops with your 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 them light-browns your shades
Bust right, thus
Got a thick set of thighs and struts uh
Yo' the taught this brother to mack
But I think I slipped I saw them full lips covered with Mac
You got everything that others would
with the F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S
Your patience I admire
'Cause I started out a player now I'm 'bout to have my retired, for real

There no "mights" or "maybe"
I done did wrong, so I'm a make sure it's right for my
You know how that 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 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