Luyện nghe bài hát Sometimes

Sometimes I think the money
I think the murders and the hurtles of the game
Sometimes I about 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 about
I think 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 a smile just to ask me how I'm living
If I say I'm doing good, do that his time hard
So I say I'm alright, I'm tryna see tomorrow
I my nigga, he could've been in the ring
But he chose to be a hummer, so I'm a hundred
Court days, paid, nigga, that's what you call love
Bow hundred in front of Hummer, man, that's a real
Sometimes I wanna spazz, see pussy niggas
Cook up the position that they in so they 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 the hurtles of the game
Something I 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 she just another bitch
When I about the keys then I start thinking wise
If any pussy niggas start playing with my
Then I have to go and get the chopper the razor
Light a nigga block up like it's 4th of July,
Then I'm in the with the powder, prowler
Tryina a hundred to a thousand
I just sold a nigga twenty grand of flour
And he from my hood so you get from round here
And them boys from the hood don't play the radio
just want some action and I'm the type to let them go

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

Sometimes I think about the game and all I can
I never think about the labor, I 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 you, homie 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 future but more about my homies
Killing the hater, niggas the feds on me

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 their freedom in for the fame
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes,

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