Luyện nghe bài hát Trading Places

AZ:
Yeah . . . up

CHORUS:
Tradin' wanna piece of the pie
Good guy, bad guy, we gotta die
It's all a game, some'll 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, us more room to build
climb made more time for wounds to heal
I can see the sun, must've been to be the one
Set free to run, same moms, new seed to come
lungs, through the sonogram see the thumb
So regardless, male or female, love one
G's and tons branched out, coped the ranch
In Martin? needed some space to plot my plans out
Speak of life, still rock low, plus the sneaker
Be for ?kites? pushin' a make you breeze through life
See sites, gun shots, used to run spots
Slung rocks, got rich off of one block
Saw the light, caught a case, couldn't to fight
white, had to cop out or face more than life
Poison bites, my brain, flyin' flames
Tryin' to change, trapped between worlds strange

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

AZ {Verse
Yo it's either or, used to by girl Rahol?
G's galore, ?Cristen D or?, believe in war
some more currency, streets observin' me
Third defree, to see billions before they murder me
Thoroughly thoughts react, let the ?Porsche? mack tracks
Catch me in Haiti, ridin' back
Seek religion, life, tryin' to see the vision
Weeks in prison'll help a man peep his livin'
Reach decisions, analyze, scope the game, wit 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, for buildin'
Sittin' back, millions
What's right or wrong? Shorter days, nights is
ya cipher strong, in case, it might be on

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

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

AZ Three}
So what's the remedy, bein' invaded by your enemy
Envy me, had a cold heart infancy
Below freezin', used to for no reason
Now beyond that, learned to relax, slow breathin', blowin'

Spendin' paper's so
I'm from it, most large niggas over and wit
No one to run wit, just a few the Old School
Ocean cruise, lain' back the blues
Scopin' the views, never once, open the
It's all stress, placed on the 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' 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 for a name

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