Luyện nghe bài hát Sometimes

Sometimes I about the money
I think the murders and the hurtles of the game
Sometimes I think the game
And all the real niggas 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 lames
Sometimes I 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 one single visit
On the crack a smile just to ask me how I'm living
If I say I'm doing good, do make his time hard
So I say I'm alright, I'm just tryna see
I love my nigga, he been in the ring
But he chose to be a hummer, so I'm a bands
Court days, lawyer paid, nigga, that's what you call
Bow hundred in front of Hummer, man, that's a real
Sometimes I wanna spazz, see pussy pass
Cook up the that they in so they always cash in
I may not be the biggest but damn sure the
Man, I do this for the streets, I know the boy feelings

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

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

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

Sometimes I about the game and doing 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, niggas same gram, damn
I think about that nigga being me, 270 million but he never loved the
Us dope boys you, homie made history
with 100 P drum, no instruments
I think the murders and the shoot outs
I think 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 about the money
I think about the and the hurtles of the game
Sometimes I about the game
And all the real trade their freedom in for the fame
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes,

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