Luyện nghe bài hát Sometimes

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

Sometimes I think about dance, I think about crack
All I do is keep it real, sometimes I about lames
Sometimes I think about my nigga in the fence, doing
I've seen his son T, he can't be fine
But he still got high spirits every one single
On the phone a smile just to ask me how I'm living
If I say I'm doing good, do that make his time
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 what you call
Bow hundred in front of Hummer, man, that's a real
Sometimes I wanna spazz, see pussy pass
Cook up the that they in so they always cash in
I may not be the biggest but sure the realest
Man, I do for the streets, I know the dope boy feelings

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

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 start with my candles
Then I to go and get the chopper with the razor
Light a nigga block up like it's 4th of July,
Then I'm in the kitchen the powder, prowler
Tryina turn a hundred to a
I just a nigga twenty grand worth of flour
And he from my so you best get from round here
And them young boys from the hood play the radio
They just some action and I'm the type to let them go

Sometimes I about the money
I think about the hurtles of the
Sometimes I about the murders
Sometimes I think about the
And all the real niggas trade 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 just about the fans
If I get down like the sound 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 million but he never loved the
Us dope boys salute you, homie made
Around 100 P drum, no instruments
I about the murders and the shoot outs
I think about the landlord made my momma out
Sometimes I think about my future but about my dead homies
the hater, niggas putting the feds on me

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

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