Luyện nghe bài hát Trade It All (Part 2)

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

Girl I'd trade it all, money, and everything
All, even up my street dream (my dream)
All, anything to have you on my (I don't 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 watch and pinky (oh yeah)
All, anything to you on my team
All, girl I'd trade it all

Uh, don't ma', you know the way I ball's to pick and roll
Like Stockton and when we play the mall
I be goin out my way to
'Cause I love the way your hips make jeans seem like they too small
Them see-through tops your titties exposed
When you kick off them there ain't bitty whose toes as pretty as those
That blonde look good, straight down, bun or the braids
And I ain't gon' talk about them light-browns under shades
right, thus tight
Got a set of thighs 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 would
Along the F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S
patience I personally 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 right for my
You know how tight my day be
And how long and them flights to L.A. be
Ain't no rumor gon' get back to friends
I let a nigga disrespect you I be back in the pen
Front to you a ten
You got me thinkin puttin a car seat in back of the Benz, uh