Luyện nghe bài hát Trade It All

Fabolous, Jagged Edge, don't be fool, I'd rather you ma'
Than everything, I'd it all, just for you, yeah
You're the one baby girl, I've been so sure
skin's so pure, the type men go for
The type I the Benz slow for
The I be beepin the horn, rollin down 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 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 been no flaws
I ain't most who just wanna get in those drawers
'Cause every king a queen
And with me and you girl I ain't tryna let a in between
It ain't a thing, nahmean, chicks hate, show 'em the ring and the
And let middle finger be seen, it's on

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

Uh, front ma', you know the way I ball's to pick and roll
Stockton and Malone when we play the mall
I be out my way to call
'Cause I the way your hips make your jeans seem like they too small
Them see-through with your titties exposed
When you kick off them 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 under shades
Bust right, thus
Got a thick set of and struts like uh
Yo' the taught this brother to mack
But I think I slipped I saw them full lips covered with Mac
You got that others 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 'bout to have my retired, for real

There 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 long and them 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