Luyện nghe bài hát Sometimes

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

Sometimes I think about dance, sometimes I think about
All I do is keep it real, sometimes I think lames
Sometimes I think about my in the fence, doing time
I've seen his son T, he 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 good, do that make his time hard
So I say I'm alright, I'm just tryna see
I love my nigga, he could've in the ring
But he chose to be a hummer, so I'm a hundred
days, lawyer paid, nigga, that's what you call love
Bow hundred in front of Hummer, man, that's a plug
Sometimes I spazz, see pussy niggas pass
Cook up the position that in so they 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

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

I think 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 pussy niggas playing with my candles
Then I have to go and get the with the razor
Light a nigga up like it's 4th of July, fireworks
I'm in the kitchen with the powder, prowler
Tryina turn a hundred to a
I just sold a nigga twenty 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

I think about the money
I think about the hurtles of the
I think about the murders
Sometimes I think the game
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 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 the streets
Us dope salute you, homie made history
with 100 P drum, no instruments
I think about the murders and the outs
I think about the landlord made my move out
Sometimes I think about my future but about my dead homies
Killing the hater, 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 about the
Sometimes I think about the hurtles of the
Sometimes I about the game
And all the real niggas trade their freedom in for the
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes,