Luyện nghe bài hát Trading Places

AZ:
Yeah . . . up

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

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

AZ One}
Dreams fulfilled, gave us more to build
Strong made more time for wounds to heal
I can see the sun, must've blessed to be the one
Set free to run, baby moms, new seed to come
Breathin' lungs, through the sonogram see the
So regardless, or female, love either one
G's and tons branched out, coped the house
In Martin? needed some space to plot my plans out
Speak of life, still low, plus 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
white, had to cop out or face more than life
Poison bites, my brain, flyin' flames
to change, trapped between worlds kinda strange

CHORUS:
Tradin' wanna 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 vain tryin' to front for a (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 either or, used to by girl ?Lee Rahol?
G's galore, ?Cristen D or?, devils in war
Need some more currency, observin' me
Third defree, to see billions before they murder me
thoughts react, let the ?Porsche? mack accross tracks
Catch me in Haiti, ridin' back
Seek religion, life, tryin' to see the vision
Weeks in prison'll help a wise man peep his
Reach decisions, analyze, scope the game, wit hopes to
Before the overdose the brain, most remain
Shockwaves, I rock stage the Tropic Haze
Palm Trees, puffin' lye for days, liver ways
Cold chillin', old villan, known for
back, controlin' millions
What's or wrong? Shorter days, nights is long
Keep ya strong, in case, it might be on

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

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

AZ {Verse
So what's the remedy, bein' invaded by your enemy
Envy me, had a cold since infancy
Below freezin', used to for no reason
Now beyond that, 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, a few from the Old School
Ocean cruise, lain' soakin' the blues
Scopin' the views, never once, open the
all stress, placed on the broke and confused
So know the game, make the Hall Of Fame
While others'll die in tryin' to front for a name

CHORUS:
places wanna 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
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