Luyện nghe bài hát Sometimes

Sometimes I about the money
I about the murders and the hurtles of the game
Sometimes I 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, sometimes I think lames
Sometimes I about my nigga in the fence, doing time
I've seen his son T, he can't be doing
But he still got high spirits one single visit
On the phone a smile just to ask me how I'm living
If I say I'm doing good, do that make his time
So I say I'm alright, I'm just tryna see
I love my nigga, he could've in the ring
But he to be a hummer, so I'm a hundred bands
days, lawyer paid, nigga, that's what you call love
Bow hundred in front of Hummer, man, that's a plug
Sometimes I wanna spazz, see niggas pass
Cook up the position that they in so they always in
I may not be the biggest but damn the realest
Man, I do this for the streets, I the dope boy feelings

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

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

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

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

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

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