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

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

AZ One}
Dreams fulfilled, gave us room to build
Strong made more time for wounds to heal
I can see the sun, must've been to be the one
Set to run, same baby 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 some space to my plans out
Speak of life, rock low, plus 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 rich off of one
Saw the light, a case, couldn't afford to fight
Lawyer white, had to cop out or face more life
bites, my brain, flyin' high flames
Tryin' to change, trapped between worlds kinda

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

AZ Two}
Yo it's either or, used to by girl Rahol?
G's galore, ?Cristen D or?, devils in war
some more currency, streets observin' me
Third defree, to see billions before they murder me
Thoroughly thoughts react, let the ?Porsche? accross tracks
me in Haiti, ridin' horse back
Seek religion, study life, to see the vision
Weeks in prison'll help a wise man peep his
Reach decisions, analyze, the game, wit hopes to change
Before the stress overdose the brain, most
Shockwaves, I stage through the Tropic Haze
Under Palm Trees, puffin' lye for days, liver
chillin', old villan, known for buildin'
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, make the Hall Of Fame
While others'll die in vain tryin' to for a name

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

AZ Three}
So what's the remedy, from bein' invaded by enemy
Envy me, had a cold since infancy
Below freezin', to flip for no reason
Now that, learned 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, the news
all stress, placed on the broke and confused
So know the game, some'll make the Of Fame
While die in vain tryin' to front for a name

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