Lirik Lagu Trading Places - AZ The Visualiza
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
AZ:Yeah . . . Word up
CHORUS: [AZ]Tradin' places wanna piece of the pieGood guy, bad guy, we each gotta dieIt's all a game, some'll make the Hall Of FameWhile others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a name
Tradin' places wanna piece of the pieGood guy, bad guy, we each gotta die (Word Up)It's all a game, some'll make the Hall Of Fame (Yeah...How we livin'?)While others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a name
AZ {Verse One}Dreams fulfilled, gave us more room to buildStrong climb made more time for wounds to healI can see the sun, must've been blessed to be the oneSet free to run, same baby moms, new seed to comeBreathin' lungs, through the sonogram see the thumbSo regardless, male or female, love either oneG's and tons branched out, coped the ranch houseIn ?Grand Martin? needed some space to plot my plans outSpeak of life, still rock low, plus the sneaker typeBe for ?kites? pushin' a stick make you breeze through lifeSee through sites, gun shots, used to run spotsSlung rocks, nearly got rich off of one blockSaw the light, caught a case, couldn't afford to fightLawyer white, had to cop out or face more than lifePoison bites, my brain, flyin' high flamesTryin' to change, trapped between worlds kinda strange
CHORUS: [AZ]Tradin' places wanna piece of the pie (Yeah)Good guy, bad guy, we each gotta dieIt's all a game, some'll make the Hall Of Fame (Yeah)While others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a name (That's how wecome at 'em)
Tradin' places wanna piece of the pieGood guy, bad guy, we each gotta die (Yeah)It's all a game, some'll make the Hall Of Fame (Uh Huh)While others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a name
AZ {Verse Two}Yo it's either or, used to by girl ?Lee Rahol?G's galore, ?Cristen D or?, devils believe in warNeed some more currency, streets observin' meThird defree, tryin' to see billions before they murder meThoroughly thoughts react, let the ?Porsche? mack accross tracksCatch me in Haiti, ridin' horse backSeek religion, study life, tryin' to see the visionWeeks in prison'll help a wise man peep his livin'Reach decisions, analyze, scope the game, wit hopes to changeBefore the stress overdose the brain, most remainShockwaves, I rock stage through the Tropic HazeUnder Palm Trees, puffin' lye for days, liver waysCold chillin', old villan, known for buildin'Sittin' back, controlin' millionsWhat's right or wrong? Shorter days, nights is longKeep ya cipher strong, in case, it might be on
CHORUS: [AZ]Tradin' places wanna piece of the pieGood guy, bad guy, we each gotta dieIt's all a game, some'll make the Hall Of FameWhile others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a name
Tradin' places wanna piece of the pie (Yo)Good guy, bad guy, we each gotta die (Each gotta die)It's all a game, some'll make the Hall Of FameWhile others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a name
AZ {Verse Three}So what's the remedy, from bein' invaded by your enemyEnvy me, had a cold heart since infancyBelow freezin', used to flip for no reasonNow beyond that, learned to relax, master slow breathin', blowin'hundredsSpendin' paper's so redundantI'm from it, most large niggas over and done witNo one to run wit, just a few from the Old SchoolOcean cruise, lain' back soakin' the bluesScopin' the views, never once, open the newsIt's all stress, placed on the broke and confusedSo know the game, some'll make the Hall Of FameWhile others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a name
CHORUS: [AZ]Tradin' places wanna piece of the pieGood guy, bad guy, we each gotta dieIt's all a game, some'll make the Hall Of FameWhile others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a name
Tradin' places wanna piece of the pieGood guy, bad guy, we each gotta dieIt's all a game, some'll make the Hall Of FameWhile others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a name
CHORUS: [AZ]Tradin' places wanna piece of the pieGood guy, bad guy, we each gotta dieIt's all a game, some'll make the Hall Of FameWhile others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a name
Tradin' places wanna piece of the pieGood guy, bad guy, we each gotta die (Word Up)It's all a game, some'll make the Hall Of Fame (Yeah...How we livin'?)While others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a name
AZ {Verse One}Dreams fulfilled, gave us more room to buildStrong climb made more time for wounds to healI can see the sun, must've been blessed to be the oneSet free to run, same baby moms, new seed to comeBreathin' lungs, through the sonogram see the thumbSo regardless, male or female, love either oneG's and tons branched out, coped the ranch houseIn ?Grand Martin? needed some space to plot my plans outSpeak of life, still rock low, plus the sneaker typeBe for ?kites? pushin' a stick make you breeze through lifeSee through sites, gun shots, used to run spotsSlung rocks, nearly got rich off of one blockSaw the light, caught a case, couldn't afford to fightLawyer white, had to cop out or face more than lifePoison bites, my brain, flyin' high flamesTryin' to change, trapped between worlds kinda strange
CHORUS: [AZ]Tradin' places wanna piece of the pie (Yeah)Good guy, bad guy, we each gotta dieIt's all a game, some'll make the Hall Of Fame (Yeah)While others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a name (That's how wecome at 'em)
Tradin' places wanna piece of the pieGood guy, bad guy, we each gotta die (Yeah)It's all a game, some'll make the Hall Of Fame (Uh Huh)While others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a name
AZ {Verse Two}Yo it's either or, used to by girl ?Lee Rahol?G's galore, ?Cristen D or?, devils believe in warNeed some more currency, streets observin' meThird defree, tryin' to see billions before they murder meThoroughly thoughts react, let the ?Porsche? mack accross tracksCatch me in Haiti, ridin' horse backSeek religion, study life, tryin' to see the visionWeeks in prison'll help a wise man peep his livin'Reach decisions, analyze, scope the game, wit hopes to changeBefore the stress overdose the brain, most remainShockwaves, I rock stage through the Tropic HazeUnder Palm Trees, puffin' lye for days, liver waysCold chillin', old villan, known for buildin'Sittin' back, controlin' millionsWhat's right or wrong? Shorter days, nights is longKeep ya cipher strong, in case, it might be on
CHORUS: [AZ]Tradin' places wanna piece of the pieGood guy, bad guy, we each gotta dieIt's all a game, some'll make the Hall Of FameWhile others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a name
Tradin' places wanna piece of the pie (Yo)Good guy, bad guy, we each gotta die (Each gotta die)It's all a game, some'll make the Hall Of FameWhile others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a name
AZ {Verse Three}So what's the remedy, from bein' invaded by your enemyEnvy me, had a cold heart since infancyBelow freezin', used to flip for no reasonNow beyond that, learned to relax, master slow breathin', blowin'hundredsSpendin' paper's so redundantI'm from it, most large niggas over and done witNo one to run wit, just a few from the Old SchoolOcean cruise, lain' back soakin' the bluesScopin' the views, never once, open the newsIt's all stress, placed on the broke and confusedSo know the game, some'll make the Hall Of FameWhile others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a name
CHORUS: [AZ]Tradin' places wanna piece of the pieGood guy, bad guy, we each gotta dieIt's all a game, some'll make the Hall Of FameWhile others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a name
Tradin' places wanna piece of the pieGood guy, bad guy, we each gotta dieIt's all a game, some'll make the Hall Of FameWhile others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a name
