Luyện nghe bài hát Trading Places

AZ:
Yeah . . . up

[AZ]
Tradin' wanna piece of the pie
Good guy, bad guy, we gotta die
It's all a game, make the Hall Of Fame
While others'll die in tryin' to front for a name

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

AZ One}
Dreams fulfilled, gave us more room to
Strong climb made more for wounds to heal
I can see the sun, must've been to be the one
Set free to run, same baby moms, new seed to
Breathin' lungs, the sonogram see the thumb
So regardless, or female, love either one
G's and tons branched out, the ranch house
In ?Grand Martin? needed some space to plot my out
Speak of life, still rock low, the sneaker type
Be for pushin' a stick make you breeze through life
See through sites, gun shots, used to run
Slung rocks, got rich off of one block
Saw the light, a case, couldn't afford to fight
Lawyer white, had to cop out or more than life
bites, my brain, flyin' high flames
Tryin' to change, between worlds kinda strange

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

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

AZ {Verse
Yo it's either or, used to by ?Lee Rahol?
G's galore, ?Cristen D or?, believe in war
Need some currency, streets observin' me
Third defree, tryin' to see before they murder me
Thoroughly thoughts react, let the ?Porsche? mack accross
Catch me in Haiti, ridin' back
religion, study life, tryin' to see the vision
Weeks in prison'll a wise man peep his livin'
Reach decisions, analyze, the game, wit hopes to change
Before the stress overdose the brain, remain
Shockwaves, I rock stage the Tropic Haze
Under Palm Trees, puffin' lye for days, liver
Cold chillin', old villan, known for
Sittin' back, millions
What's right or Shorter days, nights is long
Keep ya strong, in case, it might be on

[AZ]
Tradin' places wanna 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

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

AZ {Verse
So what's the remedy, from bein' invaded by enemy
Envy me, had a cold since infancy
Below freezin', to flip for no reason
Now beyond that, learned to relax, master slow breathin',

Spendin' so redundant
I'm from it, most large niggas and done wit
No one to run wit, a few from the Old School
Ocean cruise, lain' back soakin' the
Scopin' the views, once, open the news
It's all stress, placed on the and confused
So know the game, some'll make the Of Fame
While others'll die in vain tryin' to for a name

CHORUS:
Tradin' 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 vain tryin' to front for a

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