Luyện nghe bài hát Trading Places

AZ:
Yeah . . . up

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

AZ One}
Dreams fulfilled, gave us room to build
Strong climb more time for wounds to heal
I can see the sun, must've been to be the one
Set free to run, baby 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 rock low, plus the sneaker
Be for ?kites? a stick make you breeze through life
See through sites, gun shots, to run spots
Slung rocks, nearly got off of one block
Saw the light, caught a case, couldn't to fight
Lawyer white, had to cop out or face more life
Poison bites, my brain, flyin' flames
Tryin' to change, between worlds kinda strange

CHORUS:
Tradin' places piece of the pie (Yeah)
Good guy, bad guy, we gotta die
It's all a game, some'll the Hall Of Fame (Yeah)
While die in vain tryin' to front for a name (That's how we
at 'em)

Tradin' wanna piece of the pie
Good guy, bad guy, we 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 Two}
Yo it's either or, to by girl ?Lee Rahol?
G's galore, ?Cristen D or?, devils in war
Need some more currency, observin' me
Third defree, tryin' to see before they murder me
thoughts react, let the ?Porsche? mack accross tracks
Catch me in Haiti, ridin' back
Seek religion, study life, to see the vision
Weeks in prison'll help a wise man peep his
decisions, analyze, scope the game, wit hopes to change
Before the stress the brain, most remain
Shockwaves, I rock stage through the Tropic
Under Palm Trees, puffin' lye for days, ways
Cold chillin', old villan, known for
Sittin' back, controlin'
What's or wrong? Shorter days, nights is long
Keep ya cipher strong, in case, it 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 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)
all a game, some'll make the Hall Of Fame
While others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a

AZ Three}
So what's the remedy, from bein' invaded by your
Envy me, had a cold 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, most large niggas and done wit
No one to run wit, just a few from the Old
Ocean cruise, lain' back soakin' the
the views, never once, open 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 tryin' to front for a

CHORUS:
places wanna 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' wanna piece 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 tryin' to front for a name