Luyện nghe bài hát Trade It All (Remix)

Fabolous, Jagged Edge, don't be fool, I'd have you ma'
Than everything, I'd give it all, for you, yeah
You're the one girl, I've never been so sure
Your skin's so pure, the men go for
The type I the Benz slow for
The type I be beepin the horn, rollin the windows for
been no whore
So to get you in doors, I buy you everything in those stores
This, that, and yours
As long as Fabolous the only one you let grin show for
You ain't gotta spend no more, I'm a put a on your hand
You gotta say "we just friends" no more
I shine, you shine, it never no flaws
I ain't like most who wanna get in those drawers
'Cause every need a queen
And me and you girl I ain't tryna let a thing in between
It ain't a thing, nahmean, chicks hate, 'em the ring and the green
And let your finger be seen, it's on

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

Uh, don't front ma', you the way I ball's to pick and roll
Like Stockton and Malone we play the mall
I be goin out my way to
'Cause I love the way your hips your jeans seem like they too small
Them see-through tops with your titties
When you kick off them shoes there ain't bitty 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 your
Bust right, thus
Got a thick set of thighs and like uh
Yo' the game this brother to mack
But I think I slipped I saw them full lips covered with Mac
You got everything others would lack
with the F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S
Your I personally admire
'Cause I started out a player now I'm 'bout to have my 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 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 a car seat in back of the Benz, uh