Luyện nghe bài hát Sometimes

Sometimes I about the money
I think the murders and the hurtles of the game
Sometimes I about the game
And all the real trade their freedom in for the fame

Sometimes I think about dance, I think about crack
All I do is it real, sometimes I think about lames
I think about my nigga in the fence, doing time
I've his son T, he can't be doing fine
But he still got spirits every one single visit
On the phone crack a smile to ask me how I'm living
If I say I'm doing good, do that make his hard
So I say I'm alright, I'm tryna see tomorrow
I love my nigga, he could've been in the
But he to be a hummer, so I'm a hundred bands
Court days, lawyer paid, nigga, that's you call love
Bow hundred in front of Hummer, man, that's a real
Sometimes I wanna spazz, see pussy niggas
Cook up the position they in so they always cash in
I may not be the biggest but damn sure the
Man, I do this for the streets, I the dope boy feelings

Sometimes I about the money
I think the hurtles of the game
Something I about the murders
Sometimes I think about the
And all the real niggas trade their in for the fame

Sometimes I think about the poor, I think about the rich
Sometimes I think about my like she just another bitch
When I think about the keys I start thinking wise
If any niggas start playing with my candles
Then I have to go and get the with the razor
Light a nigga block up like it's 4th of July,
Then I'm in the kitchen the powder, prowler
Tryina turn a hundred to a
I just a nigga twenty grand worth of flour
And he from my so you best get from round here
And them young from the hood don't play the radio
just want some action and I'm the type to let them go

Sometimes I think about the
I about the hurtles of the game
Sometimes I think the murders
Sometimes I think about the
And all the real niggas trade freedom in for the fame
Yeah, sometimes,
Sometimes, sometimes,

Sometimes I think the game and doing all I can
I never think about the labor, I think about the fans
If I get down the sound what the fuck would be the plan
Guess I'm back the crib, selling niggas same gram, damn
I think about that being me, 270 million but he never loved the streets
Us dope boys salute you, homie history
with 100 P drum, no instruments
I think about the murders and the shoot
I think about the landlord my momma move out
I think about my future but more about my dead homies
Killing the hater, niggas putting the on me

Sometimes I think about the
I think the murders and the hurtles of the game
Sometimes I about the game
And all the real niggas trade freedom in for the fame
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes,

Sometimes I think about the
Sometimes I think about the hurtles of the
Sometimes I about the game
And all the real niggas trade their in for the fame
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes,