Luyện nghe bài hát Sometimes

Sometimes I think the money
I think about the and the hurtles of the game
Sometimes I think the game
And all the real 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
Sometimes I about my nigga in the fence, doing time
seen his son T, he can't be doing fine
But he still got spirits every one single visit
On the phone crack a smile 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 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, a real plug
Sometimes I wanna spazz, see pussy pass
Cook up the position that they in so they cash in
I may not be the but damn sure the realest
Man, I do this for the streets, I the dope boy feelings

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

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

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

Sometimes I think about the and doing all I can
I never think the labor, I just think about the fans
If I get down like the sound the fuck would be the plan
Guess I'm the real crib, selling niggas same gram, damn
I think about that being me, 270 million but he never loved the streets
Us dope salute you, homie made history
Around with 100 P drum, no
I think the murders and the shoot outs
I about the landlord made my momma move out
I think about my future but more about my dead homies
Killing the hater, niggas 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 about the hurtles of the game
Sometimes I think the game
And all the niggas trade their freedom in for the fame
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes,