Luyện nghe bài hát Sometimes

Sometimes I about the money
I think about the murders and the hurtles of the
I think about the game
And all the niggas 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 about
I think about my nigga in the fence, doing time
I've seen his son T, he can't be fine
But he still got high spirits one single visit
On the phone crack a smile to ask me how I'm living
If I say I'm doing good, do make his time hard
So I say I'm alright, I'm tryna see tomorrow
I love my nigga, he been in the ring
But he to be a hummer, so I'm a hundred bands
Court days, lawyer paid, nigga, that's you call love
Bow hundred in front of Hummer, man, that's a plug
Sometimes I wanna spazz, see niggas pass
Cook up the position that they in so always cash in
I may not be the biggest but damn sure the
Man, I do for the streets, I know the dope boy feelings

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

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

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

I think 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 sound what the fuck would be the
Guess I'm back the real crib, niggas same gram, damn
I think about that nigga being me, 270 million but he never the streets
Us boys salute you, homie made history
Around 100 P drum, no instruments
I think about the murders and the outs
I think about the made my momma move out
Sometimes I think about my future but about my dead homies
Killing the hater, niggas putting the on me

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