Luyện nghe bài hát A Week Ago

That's
Uh-huh-uh, it was all good just a ago
week I had everything
Uh, uh-huh-uh, had this all just a week ago
I had the money, had the cars, the
Uh-huh, yeah, it was all good just a ago
And the jewelry,
And my motherfucking niggas started snitching
Uh-huh, uh uh, yo
Bitch!

Growing up in the hood my dog and me
We used to in the hood for, all to see
Problems, I called on him, he on me
We quite partners, I hit him off my P
Met him doors, off my keys
Yeah we spoke, much than cordially
Man he broke with me, my business spreads with me
The Feds to get me, we both fled quickly
Wasn't enough to jump over the hedges with me
Got caught, and that's our relationship strayed
Used to call me from the joint til he ran out of
And when he called and I heard his name
I accepted, but when I reached the phone
He's talkin' reckless, I can sense in his tone
I said, "Damn dog, what, nine weeks and home?"
He said, "Main man, you think sweet cause you're home."
I sat, spat no more speech in the phone
The crackers up there your dome, you're reaching
I said, "The world don't stop I've got to keep on."
From I sensed the beef was on
I ran to the spot, store to add more features to my phone
To see if I had and leeches on my phone
Can't be too safe niggas is two-faced
And they show the other side when they a new case
on

It was when you had hella weed to smoke
And you bought a new where you could keep the folks
I don't see how this side of you be provoked
(Uh-huh, uh-huh, it was all good a week ago)

Funny what, seven days can
A stand up nigga, now you sit to aim
Used to have a grip now you dropping names
Uh-huh, (It was all good just a week ago)

I put the toast to your head and made you sell
We both came in game, blind as hell
I did a little better, had clientele
Told you put away some now you crying for bail
Seventeen and I'm on to around a mill
I could bail out and blow and come around on the pill
Had niggas thinking I was from for real
I had so much hustle plus I was to ill
a Brooklyn nigga, straight out of Brownsville
Down and dirty, down to fight the thirty
Freezing on them still holding my crack
Looking up and down the block, the fuck is the at?
Came from flat broke to letting the dough
You tell them feds I said I'm never back
I'm Marcy, and Marcy don't raise no rats
You know the consequences of your acts, you can't be

It was cool when you had weed to smoke
And you bought a new home where you could keep the
I don't see how this side of you could be
(Uh-huh, uh-huh, it was all good a week ago)

Funny what, days can change
A stand up nigga, now you sit to aim
Used to have a firm grip now you names
Uh-huh, (It was all good just a week ago)

The lawyer I retained you said you some things
All after a week in the bang
I'm mad at myself cause I didn't spot the weak and
I of bet the house you wouldn't speak a thing
Nigga this was the oath, to the top of
Even pricked our finger, that got between us
We sposed to the ninas, what happened to that?
you copped out to a misdemeanor
Fuck it, the thing make you laugh make you cry
That's right, the same game that make you mad make you die
a dice game, and sometimes you crap
Who would of thought you'd get popped one and rap?
Now you know that's bad when sister is mad
And son gotta grow up like, "This is my dad?"
The labeling of a is a lifetime scar
You'll always be in jail nigga, just minus the

It was cool when you had weed to smoke
And you bought a new home where you could keep the
I don't see how side of you could be provoked
(Uh-huh, uh-huh, it was all good a week ago)

Funny what, days can change
A stand up nigga, now you sit to aim
Used to have a grip now you dropping names
Uh-huh, (It was all good just a week ago)

is crazy man
All these out here snitching
We was one step away taking this crack money
And recycling it the ghettos
And building up our own hoods
Now all you niggas start snitching on other
I got partners 15-20
to been doing SHIT
If you snitch
Bitch!
It's about y'all check that shit out man
It all good
Shut your
Just the game
And snitch
It sure do a lot for you
that baby
Jay-Z, Short Dawg's in the main
You I got it
Got it on
We got the
Ain't got nuthin' to do crime baby
But I'm

You rat bastard!