Luyện nghe bài hát Sometimes

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

Sometimes I think about dance, sometimes I about crack
All I do is keep it real, sometimes I think lames
Sometimes I think about my 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 phone crack a smile just to ask me how I'm
If I say I'm doing good, do make his time hard
So I say I'm alright, I'm just tryna see
I love my nigga, he could've been in the
But he chose to be a hummer, so I'm a bands
Court days, lawyer paid, nigga, that's what you love
Bow hundred in front of Hummer, man, that's a plug
Sometimes I wanna spazz, see pussy niggas
Cook up the position that they in so they cash in
I may not be the but damn sure the realest
Man, I do this for the streets, I the dope boy feelings

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

Sometimes I think about the poor, sometimes I think the rich
Sometimes I think about my girl she just another bitch
When I about the keys then I start thinking wise
If any niggas start playing with 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
Tryina turn a to a thousand
I just sold a nigga twenty worth of flour
And he from my hood so you best get round here
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 think the money
I think about the hurtles of the
I think about the murders
Sometimes I think about the
And all the niggas trade their freedom in for the fame
Yeah, sometimes,
Sometimes, sometimes,

I think about the game and doing all I can
I never think the labor, I just 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 me, 270 million but he never loved the streets
Us dope salute you, homie made history
Around 100 P drum, no instruments
I about the murders and the shoot outs
I think about the landlord made my move out
Sometimes I think about my future but more about my dead
Killing the hater, niggas the feds on me

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

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