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 just a week 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 more cordially
Man he bread with me, my business spreads with me
The came to get me, we both fled quickly
Wasn't quick enough to jump over the with me
Got caught, and that's when our relationship
Used to me from the joint til he ran out of change
And when he called collect and I his name
I quickly accepted, but when I reached the
talkin' reckless, I can sense deceit in his tone
I said, "Damn dog, what, nine weeks and home?"
He said, "Main man, you shit's sweet cause you're home."
I just sat, spat no more 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."
there I sensed the beef was on
I ran to the spot, to add some more features to my phone
To see if I had bugs and on my phone
Can't be too safe niggas is two-faced
And they show the other side they catch a new case
on

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

Like I put the to your head and made you sell
We both came in this game, blind as
I did a better, had more clientele
Told you put away cheddar now you crying for bail
Seventeen and I'm holding on to a mill
I could out and blow trial and come around on the pill
Had thinking I was from Uptown for real
I had so hustle plus I was down to ill
Like a Brooklyn nigga, straight out of
Down and dirty, to fight the round thirty
on them corners still holding my crack
Looking up and down the block, the fuck is the at?
Came flat broke to letting the dough stack
You tell them feds I said I'm going back
I'm Marcy, and Marcy 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 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)

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

The lawyer I retained you you leaking some things
All this a week in the bang
I'm mad at myself cause I didn't the weak and lame
I of bet the house you wouldn't speak a thing
this was the oath, to the top of broke
Even pricked our finger, anything that got us
We sposed to cock the ninas, what happened to
Instead you copped out to a
it, the same thing make you laugh make you cry
That's right, the same game that you mad could make you die
a dice game, and sometimes you crap
Who of thought you'd get popped one time 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, minus the bars

It was cool when you had hella to smoke
And you bought a new where 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 up nigga, now you sit down to aim
Used to have a firm grip now you names
Uh-huh, uh-huh (It was all good a week ago)

is crazy man
All these niggas out snitching
We was one step away from taking this crack
And it through the ghettos
And building up our own hoods
Now all you niggas start snitching on other
I got doing 15-20
to been doing SHIT
If you didn't
Bitch!
It's about time check that shit out man
It all good
your mouth
Just the game
And don't
It sure do a lot for you
Believe 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 with crime
But I'm

You rat bastard!