Luyện nghe bài hát Sometimes

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

Sometimes I about 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 seen his son T, he be doing fine
But he still got high spirits one single visit
On the crack a smile just 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 just see tomorrow
I my nigga, he could've 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 real
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 the realest
Man, I do this for the streets, I know the dope boy

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

Sometimes I think about the poor, I think about the rich
Sometimes I think about my girl she just another bitch
When I think about the keys then I start thinking
If any pussy niggas playing with my candles
Then I have to go and get the with the razor
Light a nigga up like 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 grand worth of flour
And he from my hood so you best get from round
And them young boys from the don't play the radio
They just want some and I'm the type to let them go

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

Sometimes I about the game and doing all I can
I never about the labor, I just think about the fans
If I get down like the sound what the would be the plan
Guess I'm the real crib, selling niggas same gram, damn
I think about that nigga being me, 270 but he never loved the streets
Us boys salute you, homie made history
with 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 but more about my dead homies
the hater, niggas putting the feds on me

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

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