Luyện nghe bài hát Sometimes

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

Sometimes I think about dance, sometimes I think about
All I do is keep it real, I think about lames
I think about my nigga in the fence, doing time
I've seen his son T, he can't be fine
But he still got high spirits one single visit
On the phone crack a just to ask me how I'm living
If I say I'm doing good, do that make his hard
So I say I'm alright, I'm just see tomorrow
I love my nigga, he could've in the ring
But he chose to be a hummer, so I'm a hundred
Court days, lawyer paid, nigga, that's what you love
Bow hundred in front of Hummer, man, a real plug
I wanna spazz, see pussy niggas pass
Cook up the position that they in so they always in
I may not be the biggest but damn sure the
Man, I do this for the streets, I the dope boy feelings

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

I think about the poor, sometimes I think about the rich
Sometimes I think about my girl like she just bitch
When I think about the keys then I start thinking
If any pussy start playing with my candles
Then I have to go and get the chopper with the
Light a nigga block up like it's 4th of July,
Then I'm in the kitchen with the powder,
Tryina turn a hundred to a
I just sold a nigga grand worth of flour
And he from my so you best get from round here
And them boys from the hood don't play the radio
They just want some action and I'm the to let them go

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

I think 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 fuck would be the
Guess I'm back the crib, selling niggas same gram, damn
I think about that nigga being me, 270 but he never loved the streets
Us dope boys salute you, homie made
Around with 100 P drum, no
I think the murders and the shoot outs
I think about the landlord my momma move out
Sometimes I think about my future but more about my dead
Killing the hater, niggas putting the on me

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

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