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

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

AZ One}
Dreams fulfilled, gave us more room to
climb made more time for wounds to heal
I can see the sun, must've blessed to be the one
Set free to run, same moms, new seed to come
Breathin' lungs, through the see the thumb
So regardless, male or female, either one
G's and tons branched out, coped the ranch
In ?Grand Martin? some space to plot my plans out
Speak of life, still low, plus the sneaker type
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, a case, couldn't afford to fight
Lawyer white, had to cop out or more than life
bites, my brain, flyin' high flames
Tryin' to change, trapped between kinda strange

[AZ]
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 tryin' to 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)
others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a name

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

CHORUS:
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

Tradin' wanna piece 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 vain tryin' to front for a

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

Spendin' paper's so
I'm from it, most large niggas and done wit
No one to run wit, just a few the Old School
Ocean cruise, back soakin' 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 vain 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
While die in vain tryin' to front for a name

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 tryin' to front for a name