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
the one baby girl, I've never been so sure
Your skin's so pure, the men go for
The I drive the Benz slow for
The type I be the horn, rollin down 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 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 gotta say "we just friends" no
I shine, you shine, it never been no
I like most who just wanna get in those drawers
'Cause king need a queen
And with me and you girl I tryna let a thing in between
It ain't a thing, nahmean, chicks hate, show 'em the and the green
And let your middle be seen, it's on

Girl I'd trade it all, money, and everything
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 good
All, and I'd the watch and pinky ring (oh yeah)
All, to have you on my team
All, girl I'd trade it all

Uh, don't front ma', you know the way I to pick and roll
Stockton and Malone when we play the mall
I be out my way to call
'Cause I love the way your hips make jeans seem like they too small
Them see-through tops your 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 about them light-browns your shades
Bust right, thus
Got a thick set of thighs and struts uh
Yo' the game this brother to mack
But I think I slipped I saw them full lips covered with Mac
You got everything that others lack
with the F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S
Your I personally admire
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 how tight that my day be
And how and stressin them flights to L.A. be
Ain't no rumor 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 thinkin 'bout puttin a car in back of the Benz, uh