Luyện nghe bài hát Sometimes

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

Sometimes I think dance, sometimes I think about crack
All I do is keep it real, sometimes I think about
Sometimes I think about my nigga in the fence, time
I've seen his son T, he can't be doing
But he still got high spirits every one visit
On the phone crack a just to ask me how I'm living
If I say I'm good, do that make his time hard
So I say I'm alright, I'm just see tomorrow
I my nigga, he could've been in the ring
But he chose to be a hummer, so I'm a bands
Court days, lawyer paid, nigga, that's what you love
Bow in front 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 know the dope boy

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

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

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

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

I think about the money
I about 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, sometimes, sometimes,

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