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 trade their freedom in for the fame

Sometimes I think about dance, sometimes I about crack
All I do is it real, sometimes 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 every one single 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 see tomorrow
I love my nigga, he could've in the ring
But he chose to be a hummer, so I'm a bands
Court days, lawyer paid, nigga, what you call love
Bow in front of Hummer, man, that's a real plug
Sometimes I spazz, see pussy niggas pass
Cook up the position they 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 the hurtles of the game
Something I about the murders
I think 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 about my girl like she just bitch
When I think about the keys then I thinking wise
If any pussy niggas start with my candles
Then I to go and get the chopper with the razor
Light a nigga block up like it's 4th of July,
I'm in the kitchen with the powder, prowler
Tryina a hundred to a thousand
I just sold a twenty grand worth of flour
And he my hood so you best get from round here
And them boys from the hood don't play the radio
They want some action and I'm the type to let them go

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

I think 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 what the fuck would be the plan
Guess I'm back the crib, selling niggas same gram, damn
I think that nigga being me, 270 million but he never loved the streets
Us dope boys you, homie made history
Around 100 P drum, no instruments
I about 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 homies
Killing the hater, putting the feds on me

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

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