Luyện nghe bài hát Trading Places

AZ:
Yeah . . . up

CHORUS:
Tradin' places piece of the pie
guy, bad guy, we each gotta die
It's all a game, some'll make the Of Fame
While others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a

places wanna piece of the pie
Good guy, bad guy, we each die (Word Up)
It's all a game, some'll the Hall Of Fame (Yeah...How we livin'?)
While others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a

AZ {Verse
Dreams fulfilled, gave us room to build
Strong made more time for wounds to heal
I can see the sun, must've been to be the one
Set free to run, baby moms, new seed to come
Breathin' lungs, through the see the thumb
So regardless, male or female, love one
G's and tons branched out, coped the house
In ?Grand needed some space to plot my plans out
Speak of life, still rock low, the sneaker type
Be for ?kites? pushin' a make you breeze through life
See through sites, gun shots, to run spots
rocks, nearly got rich off of one block
Saw the light, caught a case, couldn't afford to
Lawyer white, had to cop out or more than life
Poison bites, my brain, flyin' flames
Tryin' to change, trapped between kinda strange

CHORUS:
Tradin' places piece of the pie (Yeah)
Good guy, bad guy, we each die
It's all a game, make the Hall Of Fame (Yeah)
others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a name (That's how we
at 'em)

Tradin' wanna piece of the pie
Good guy, bad guy, we gotta die (Yeah)
all a game, some'll make the Hall Of Fame (Uh Huh)
While others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a

AZ Two}
Yo it's either or, used to by ?Lee Rahol?
G's galore, ?Cristen D or?, devils in war
some more currency, streets observin' me
Third defree, tryin' to see before they murder me
thoughts react, let the ?Porsche? mack accross tracks
Catch me in Haiti, horse back
Seek religion, study life, tryin' to see the
in prison'll help a wise man peep his livin'
Reach decisions, analyze, scope the game, wit hopes to
Before the overdose the brain, most remain
Shockwaves, I rock stage through the Haze
Palm Trees, puffin' lye for days, liver ways
Cold chillin', old villan, for buildin'
back, controlin' millions
What's or wrong? Shorter days, nights is long
ya cipher strong, in case, it might be on

CHORUS:
Tradin' places piece of the pie
Good guy, bad guy, we gotta die
It's all a game, some'll make the Hall Of
While others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a

places wanna piece of the pie (Yo)
Good guy, bad guy, we each gotta die (Each die)
all a game, some'll make the Hall Of Fame
While others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a

AZ {Verse
So the remedy, from bein' invaded by your enemy
Envy me, had a cold heart since
Below freezin', used to for no reason
Now that, learned to relax, master slow breathin', blowin'

Spendin' paper's so
I'm it, most large niggas over and done wit
No one to run wit, just a few the Old School
Ocean cruise, back soakin' the blues
the views, never once, open the news
It's all stress, on the broke and confused
So know the game, some'll make the Of Fame
While die in vain tryin' to front for a name

[AZ]
Tradin' places piece of the pie
guy, bad guy, we each gotta die
It's all a game, some'll make the Hall Of
While others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a

places wanna piece of the pie
Good guy, bad guy, we each die
It's all a game, some'll make the Hall Of
While others'll die in tryin' to front for a name