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 freedom in for the

Sometimes I think about dance, sometimes I think crack
All I do is keep it real, I think about lames
I think about my nigga in the fence, doing time
I've seen his son T, he be doing fine
But he still got high every one single visit
On the phone crack a smile just to ask me how I'm
If I say I'm doing good, do that make his hard
So I say I'm alright, I'm just tryna see
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, what you call love
Bow hundred in of Hummer, man, that's a real plug
Sometimes I spazz, see pussy niggas pass
Cook up the position that in so they always cash in
I may not be the biggest but damn sure the
Man, I do this for the streets, I know the dope boy

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

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

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

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

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

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