Luyện nghe bài hát Trade It All (Remix)

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
skin's so pure, the type men go for
The I drive the Benz slow for
The type I be beepin the horn, rollin down the for
Never 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 that grin for
You ain't spend no more, I'm a put a rock on your hand
You gotta say "we just friends" no more
I shine, you shine, it never been no
I ain't like most who wanna get in those drawers
'Cause every king need a
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 middle finger be seen, it's on

Girl I'd it all, money, cars and everything
All, even up my street dream (my dream)
All, anything to have you on my team (I care baby)
All, baby I'd trade it all (I'd trade it, yeah)
give up my good 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, don't front ma', you know the way I ball's to pick and
Like Stockton and Malone when we 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 your titties exposed
When you kick off shoes there ain't bitty whose toes as pretty as those
That blonde hair look good, down, bun or the braids
And I ain't talk about them light-browns under your shades
right, thus tight
Got a thick set of thighs and like uh
Yo' the game this brother to mack
But I I slipped when I saw them full lips covered with Mac
You got everything that would lack
with the F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S
Your patience I admire
'Cause I started out a player now I'm to have my jersey retired, for real

ain't no "mights" or "maybe"
I done did wrong, so I'm a make sure it's 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
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