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
Sometimes I think about my nigga in the fence, doing
I've seen his son T, he be doing fine
But he still got high spirits every one single
On the phone a smile just 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 been in the ring
But he chose to be a hummer, so I'm a bands
Court days, lawyer paid, nigga, what you call love
Bow hundred in front of Hummer, man, that's a plug
Sometimes I spazz, see pussy niggas pass
up the position that 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 know the boy feelings

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

Sometimes I think about the poor, sometimes I about the rich
Sometimes I think about my girl like she just bitch
When I think about the keys then I thinking wise
If any pussy niggas start playing my candles
I have to go and get the chopper with the razor
Light a nigga block up it's 4th of July, fireworks
Then I'm in the with the powder, prowler
turn a hundred to a thousand
I just sold a twenty grand worth of flour
And he from my hood so you best get from round
And them young boys the hood don't play the radio
just want 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 think the murders
I think about the game
And all the real niggas trade 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 niggas gram, damn
I think about that nigga being me, 270 but he never loved the streets
Us dope boys salute you, made history
with 100 P drum, no instruments
I about the murders and the shoot outs
I think about the landlord my momma move out
I think about my future but more about my dead homies
Killing the hater, putting the feds on me

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

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