Luyện nghe bài hát Sometimes

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

I think about dance, sometimes I think about crack
All I do is keep it real, sometimes I think lames
I think about my nigga in the fence, doing time
I've seen his son T, he can't be doing
But he got high 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, paid, nigga, that's what you call love
Bow hundred in of Hummer, man, that's a real plug
Sometimes I wanna spazz, see pussy niggas
Cook up the position that they in so they always in
I may not be the biggest but damn the realest
Man, I do this for the streets, I the dope boy feelings

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

Sometimes I think about the poor, sometimes I think about the
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 chopper the razor
Light a nigga block up like it's 4th of July,
Then I'm in the with the powder, prowler
Tryina turn a to a thousand
I just sold a nigga grand worth of flour
And he my hood so you best get from round here
And them young from the hood don't play the radio
They just some action and I'm the type to let them go

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

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

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

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