Luyện nghe bài hát Sometimes

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

Sometimes I think about dance, I think about crack
All I do is keep it real, sometimes I think about
Sometimes I about my nigga in the fence, doing time
I've his son T, he can't be doing fine
But he still got high spirits every one single
On the crack a smile just to ask me how I'm living
If I say I'm doing good, do that make his time
So I say I'm alright, I'm just tryna see
I love my nigga, he could've in the ring
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
I wanna spazz, see pussy niggas pass
Cook up the that they in so they always cash in
I may not be the biggest but sure the realest
Man, I do this for the streets, I know the boy feelings

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

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

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

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

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

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