Luyện nghe bài hát Trade It All (Part 2)

Fabolous, Jagged Edge, don't be fool, I'd have you ma'
Than everything, I'd it all, just for you, yeah
You're the one baby girl, never been so sure
Your so pure, the type men go for
The type I drive the slow for
The type I be beepin the horn, rollin down the for
Never been no
So to get you in doors, I buy you everything in those stores
This, that, and those
As as Fabolous the only one you let that grin 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 been no flaws
I like most who just wanna get in those drawers
'Cause king need a queen
And with me and you girl I ain't let a thing in between
It ain't a thing, nahmean, chicks hate, show 'em the and the green
And let your middle finger be seen, on

Girl I'd it all, money, cars and everything
All, even give up my dream (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, to have you on my team
All, baby I'd trade it all

Uh, front ma', you know the way I ball's to pick and roll
Like Stockton and Malone we play the mall
I be out my way to call
'Cause I love the way your hips make your jeans seem they too small
Them see-through tops with your exposed
When you kick off them shoes there ain't bitty whose as pretty as those
That blonde hair good, straight down, bun or the braids
And I ain't gon' talk about them under your shades
Bust right, thus
Got a thick set of and struts like uh
Yo' the game taught this brother to
But I think I slipped when I saw them full covered with Mac
You got everything that others lack
Along the F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S
Your patience I admire
'Cause I 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 make sure right for my baby
You know how that my day be
And how long and stressin 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
to back you a ten
You got me 'bout puttin a car seat in back of the Benz, uh