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

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

It was cool when you had hella weed to
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 a week ago)

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

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

It was cool you had hella weed to smoke
And you bought a new home where you could 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 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 just a ago)

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

It was cool when you had hella weed to
And you bought a new home you could keep the folks
I don't see how this 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
to have a firm grip now you dropping names
Uh-huh, (It was all good just a week ago)

Shit is man
All these niggas out here
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 each
I got partners 15-20
Wouldn't to doing SHIT
If you didn't
Bitch!
It's about time check that shit out man
It all good
Shut mouth
Just watch the
And don't
It will do a lot for you
Believe baby
Jay-Z, Short in the house main
You I got it
Got it on
We got the
Ain't got nuthin' to do with crime
But I'm

You rat bastard!