Luyện nghe bài hát Sometimes

Sometimes I about 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

I think about dance, sometimes I think about crack
All I do is keep it real, I think about lames
Sometimes I think about my nigga in the fence, doing
I've seen his son T, he can't be doing
But he still got high every one single visit
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 tryna see tomorrow
I love my nigga, he could've been in the
But he to be a hummer, so I'm a hundred bands
days, lawyer paid, nigga, that's what you call love
Bow in front of Hummer, man, that's a real plug
Sometimes I wanna spazz, see pussy niggas
Cook up the position that they in so always cash in
I may not be the but damn sure the realest
Man, I do this for the streets, I know the boy feelings

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

Sometimes I about the poor, sometimes I think about the rich
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 have to go and get the with the razor
Light a block up like it's 4th of July, fireworks
Then I'm in the with the powder, prowler
Tryina a hundred to a thousand
I just sold a nigga grand worth of flour
And he my hood so you best get from round here
And them young boys from the hood play the radio
They just want action and I'm the type to let them go

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

I think about the game and doing all I can
I think about the labor, I just think about the fans
If I get like the sound what the fuck would be the plan
Guess I'm the real crib, selling niggas same gram, damn
I think about that nigga being me, 270 million but he never loved the
Us dope boys salute you, homie history
Around 100 P drum, no instruments
I think about the murders and the outs
I think about the landlord my momma move out
Sometimes I think about my future but more my dead homies
Killing the hater, niggas the feds on me

I think about the money
I about 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, sometimes, sometimes,

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