Luyện nghe bài hát Sometimes

Sometimes I think 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 think about
All I do is keep it real, sometimes I think about
Sometimes I think about my nigga in the fence, time
I've seen his son T, he be doing fine
But he still got high spirits every one single
On the crack a smile just to ask me how I'm living
If I say I'm good, do that make his time hard
So I say I'm alright, I'm just tryna see
I love my nigga, he could've in the ring
But he to be a hummer, so I'm a hundred 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
up the position that they in so they 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

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

Sometimes I think about the poor, I think about the rich
Sometimes I think about my like she just another bitch
When I about the keys then I start thinking wise
If any pussy start playing with my candles
Then I have to go and get the chopper the razor
Light a nigga block up like it's 4th of July,
I'm in the kitchen with the powder, prowler
Tryina turn a to a thousand
I just sold a nigga twenty worth of flour
And he my hood 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

I think about the money
I about the hurtles of the game
Sometimes I about the murders
Sometimes I about the game
And all the real niggas trade their freedom in for the
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 sound what the would be the plan
Guess I'm back the real crib, selling niggas same gram,
I think about that nigga me, 270 million but he never loved the streets
Us dope boys salute you, homie history
with 100 P drum, no instruments
I think about the and the shoot outs
I think about the landlord my momma move out
Sometimes I about my future but more about my dead homies
Killing the hater, niggas the feds on me

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

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