Luyện nghe bài hát Sometimes

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

Sometimes I think dance, sometimes I think about crack
All I do is keep it real, sometimes I about lames
Sometimes I about my nigga 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 doing good, do make his time hard
So I say I'm alright, I'm just see tomorrow
I love my nigga, he could've been in the
But he to be a hummer, so I'm a hundred bands
Court days, 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 cash in
I may not be the but damn sure the realest
Man, I do this for the streets, I know the dope boy

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

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

Sometimes I about the money
I think about the of the game
Sometimes I 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 game and all I can
I think about the labor, I just think about the fans
If I get down like the sound what the 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
with 100 P drum, no instruments
I think the murders and the shoot outs
I think about the landlord made my move out
Sometimes I think about my but more about my dead homies
Killing the hater, niggas putting the 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 about the hurtles of the game
Sometimes I about the game
And all the real trade their freedom in for the fame
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes,