Luyện nghe bài hát A Week Ago

That's
Uh-huh-uh, it was all good a week ago
Last week I had
Uh, uh-huh-uh, had all good 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!

up in the hood just 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 more cordially
Man he broke bread with me, my business spreads me
The Feds to get me, we both fled quickly
Wasn't quick to jump over the hedges with me
Got caught, and that's our relationship strayed
Used to call me from the til he ran out of change
And he called collect and I heard his name
I accepted, but when I reached 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 think shit's sweet you're home."
I just sat, spat no more in the phone
The crackers up there bleaching dome, you're reaching
I said, "The world don't stop got to keep keep on."
From there I sensed the was on
I ran to the spot, to add some 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 show the other side when they catch a new case
on

It was cool when you had weed to smoke
And you a new home 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)

Funny what, days can change
A stand up nigga, now you sit 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 head and made you sell
We both came in game, blind as hell
I did a little better, had more
Told you put some cheddar now you crying for bail
Seventeen and I'm holding on to around a
I could bail out and blow and come around on the pill
Had niggas thinking I was from Uptown for
I had so much plus I was down to ill
Like a nigga, straight out of Brownsville
Down and dirty, down to fight the thirty
on them corners still holding my crack
Looking up and the block, the fuck is the dough at?
Came flat broke to letting the dough stack
You them feds I said 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 you had hella weed to smoke
And you bought a new home where you keep the folks
I don't see how side of you could be provoked
(Uh-huh, uh-huh, it was all good a week ago)

what, seven days 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 good just a ago)

The lawyer I you said you leaking some things
All after a week in the bang
I'm mad at cause I didn't spot the weak and lame
I would of bet the house you speak a thing
Nigga this was the oath, to the top of
Even pricked our finger, anything that got us
We sposed to cock the ninas, what to that?
Instead you copped out to a
Fuck it, the same thing make you make you cry
That's right, the same game that make you mad make you die
It's a 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 your son gotta up like, "This is my dad?"
The labeling of a snitch is a lifetime
You'll always be in nigga, just minus the bars

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

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

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

You rat bastard!