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 niggas trade their freedom in for the fame

Sometimes I think dance, sometimes I think about crack
All I do is keep it real, sometimes I think lames
Sometimes I about my nigga in the fence, doing time
I've his son T, he can't be doing fine
But he still got high spirits every one visit
On the phone crack a smile just to ask me how I'm
If I say I'm good, do that make his time hard
So I say I'm alright, I'm just see tomorrow
I love my nigga, he could've in the ring
But he chose to be a hummer, so I'm a bands
Court days, lawyer paid, nigga, that's you call love
Bow hundred in front of Hummer, man, that's a real
Sometimes I wanna spazz, see niggas pass
Cook up the position that they in so always cash in
I may not be the but damn sure the realest
Man, I do this for the streets, I know the boy feelings

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

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

Sometimes I about the money
I think the hurtles of the game
Sometimes I think about the
Sometimes I about the game
And all the niggas 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 just about the fans
If I get like the sound what the fuck would be the plan
Guess I'm back the real crib, selling niggas same gram,
I think about that nigga being me, 270 but he never loved the streets
Us dope boys salute you, made history
Around 100 P drum, no instruments
I about the murders and the shoot outs
I about the landlord made my momma move out
Sometimes I think about my but more about my dead homies
Killing the hater, niggas the feds on me

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

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