Luyện nghe bài hát Trading Places

AZ:
Yeah . . . up

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

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

AZ {Verse
Dreams fulfilled, gave us more room to
Strong climb made 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
lungs, through the sonogram see the thumb
So regardless, male or female, love one
G's and tons out, coped the ranch house
In Martin? needed some space to plot my plans out
of life, still rock low, plus the sneaker type
Be for ?kites? a stick make you breeze through life
See sites, gun shots, used to run spots
rocks, nearly got rich off of one block
Saw the light, caught a case, afford to fight
Lawyer white, had to cop out or face more than
Poison bites, my brain, flyin' high
Tryin' to change, trapped between worlds kinda

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

Tradin' places piece of the pie
guy, bad guy, we each gotta 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 {Verse
Yo either or, used to by girl ?Lee Rahol?
G's galore, ?Cristen D or?, believe in war
Need some more currency, streets me
Third defree, tryin' to see billions before they me
thoughts react, let the ?Porsche? mack accross tracks
Catch me in Haiti, horse back
Seek religion, study life, to see the vision
Weeks in help a wise man peep his livin'
Reach decisions, analyze, the game, wit hopes to change
Before the stress overdose the brain, most
Shockwaves, I rock stage through the Tropic
Under Palm Trees, puffin' lye for days, ways
chillin', old villan, known for buildin'
Sittin' back, millions
What's right or wrong? days, nights is long
Keep ya cipher strong, in case, it be on

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

places 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 vain to front for a name

AZ {Verse
So what's the remedy, from bein' invaded by your
me, had a cold heart 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 niggas over and done wit
No one to run wit, a few from the Old School
Ocean cruise, lain' back the blues
Scopin' the views, never once, the news
It's all stress, placed on the and confused
So know the game, some'll make the Hall Of
While others'll die in tryin' to front for a name

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

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 to front for a name