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, make the Hall Of Fame
While die in vain tryin' to front for a name

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

AZ {Verse
fulfilled, gave us more room to build
Strong climb made more time for to heal
I can see the sun, must've been to be the one
Set free to run, same moms, new seed to come
Breathin' lungs, the sonogram see the thumb
So regardless, male or female, either one
G's and tons branched out, coped the ranch
In ?Grand Martin? needed space to plot my plans out
Speak of life, rock low, plus the sneaker type
Be for ?kites? pushin' a stick you breeze through life
See sites, gun shots, used to run spots
Slung rocks, nearly got rich off of one
Saw the light, caught a case, afford to fight
Lawyer white, had to cop out or face than life
bites, my brain, flyin' high flames
Tryin' to change, trapped between worlds strange

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

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

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

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

AZ {Verse
So what's the remedy, from bein' invaded by enemy
Envy me, had a cold heart infancy
Below freezin', used to flip for no
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, just a few from the Old
Ocean cruise, lain' back the blues
Scopin' the views, never once, open the
It's all stress, on the broke and confused
So the game, some'll make the Hall Of Fame
others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a name

CHORUS:
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 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 the Hall Of Fame
While others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a