Luyện nghe bài hát Trading Places

AZ:
Yeah . . . up

[AZ]
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 others'll die in vain 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 {Verse
Dreams fulfilled, gave us more to build
Strong made more time 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, through the sonogram see the
So regardless, male or female, love 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 ?kites? pushin' a stick make you through life
See through sites, gun shots, used to run
Slung rocks, nearly got off of one block
Saw the light, a case, couldn't afford to fight
Lawyer white, had to cop out or face than life
Poison bites, my brain, flyin' high
Tryin' to change, trapped between kinda strange

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

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

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

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

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

Spendin' so redundant
I'm from it, large niggas over and done wit
No one to run wit, just a few from the Old
Ocean cruise, lain' back soakin' the
Scopin' the views, never once, open the
all stress, placed on the broke and confused
So know the game, some'll make the Of Fame
While others'll die in tryin' to front 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

places 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 for a name