Luyện nghe bài hát A Week Ago

That's
Uh-huh-uh, it was all good just a ago
Last I had everything
Uh, uh-huh-uh, had this all good just a ago
I had the money, had the cars, the
Uh-huh, yeah, it was all good just a ago
And the jewelry,
And then my motherfucking 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 on him, he called on me
We wasn't partners, I hit him off my P
Met him unlocked doors, off my
Yeah we spoke, much more cordially
Man he broke bread with me, my spreads with me
The Feds came to get me, we fled quickly
Wasn't quick enough to over the hedges with me
Got caught, and when our relationship strayed
to call me from the joint til he ran out of change
And when he called collect and I his name
I accepted, but when I reached the phone
He's talkin' reckless, I can sense deceit in his
I said, "Damn dog, what, nine weeks and home?"
He said, "Main man, you shit's sweet cause you're home."
I sat, spat no more speech in the phone
The crackers up there bleaching dome, you're reaching
I said, "The don't stop I've got to keep keep on."
there I sensed the beef was on
I ran to the spot, store to add some more features to my
To see if I had bugs and on my phone
Can't be too safe cause niggas is
And they the other side when they catch a new case
on

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

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

I put the toast to your head and made you sell
We both came in this game, blind as
I did a little better, had more
Told you put away some cheddar now you crying for
Seventeen and I'm holding on to a mill
I could out and blow trial 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, to fight the round thirty
Freezing on them corners still my crack
Looking up and the block, the fuck is the dough at?
Came from flat broke to letting the stack
You tell them feds I I'm never going back
I'm from Marcy, and Marcy raise no rats
You the consequences of your acts, you can't be serious

It was cool when you had hella to smoke
And you bought a new where you could keep the folks
I see how this side of you could be provoked
(Uh-huh, uh-huh, it was all good just a ago)

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

The lawyer I retained you you leaking some things
All this a week in the bang
I'm mad at myself cause I spot the weak and lame
I would of bet the house you speak a thing
Nigga was the oath, to the top of broke
Even pricked our finger, anything got between us
We sposed to the ninas, what happened to that?
Instead you out to a misdemeanor
Fuck it, the same thing you laugh make you cry
That's right, the same game that you mad could make you die
It's a dice game, and sometimes you
Who would of thought you'd get popped one and rap?
Now you know that's bad your sister is mad
And your son gotta up like, "This is my dad?"
The labeling of a snitch is a scar
always be in jail nigga, just minus the bars

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

Funny what, seven days can
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)

is crazy man
All these niggas out here
We was one step away from taking crack money
And it through the ghettos
And building back up our own
Now all you niggas start on each other
I got partners doing
to been doing SHIT
If you snitch
Bitch!
It's time y'all check that shit out man
It ain't all
Shut mouth
Just the game
And snitch
It sure do a lot for you
Believe that
Jay-Z, Short in the house main
You I got it
Got it on
We got the
got nuthin' to do with crime baby
But I'm

You rat bastard!