Luyện nghe bài hát All Tha Time

You got Moesha, E?
All tha time, B
You got Indonesia, B?
All tha time, E
You got the sweeper broom?
All tha time, B
You got your chronic too?
All tha

Might not know how to read and right, but I do Arm and Hammer
If the screen from a tweaker's pipe turns black, that means bamma
If it's too many seeds in weed, then chop 'em down
If your blood gets bogus, run his ass out of town
I'm on the Carquinez Bridge, terminal three, after seven
Pockets of hundreds, can't seem to find no ones, engine revvin'
Smebbin', talkin' hella shit to the

Pi-pi's get right behind me me how much
I had to drink and I said, "A beer"
Blitzed, out of my wits, drivin'
Let's see I done hit one, two, three, ain't no how many skunk
In and out of the holdin' cell, blood alcohol a warrior
And I refuse to answer any questions the advisory of my lawyer

I in it, all around it, co-founded
Did it when I it, I must've been blunted
Ninety-six for the two P's
I let the homie K-One run these
Places that I I let the hubs alone
I wonder if trippin' at Nextel phones
A bad for the butter and grits
And you niggaz need to know shit

You got Moesha, E?
All tha time, B
You got Indonesia, B?
All tha time, E
You got the street broom?
All tha time, B
You got your there too?
All tha

I got the turf on lock, twenty-six
One beeper on my side gotta be in the house by o'clock
Organized crime, bitch, all the time
Get off his and get on mine bitch
I be smokin a broke-down Coupe DeVille
them generic brand Golden Seals
Parole can't hold me, and neither could
Bitch me and my Click is off the

I with everybody to somebody, major factors
To niggaz if you can't this shit
Then nigga you got your mask on backwards
Tiptoeing the 'hood nigga is no good, nigga
Gotta have a pass, so we get ass

You got Moesha, E?
All tha time, B
You got Indonesia, B?
All tha time, E
You got the street sweeper
All tha time, B
You got your chronic there
All tha

Now the parties start until we walk in
off that gin, down to check yo' chin
I'm a mannish with the chips and bread
And enough to have head kind of tough
Bluffin' don't exist, we pull the cards
Tail between the legs when you walk in the
So if you hard, and wanna that way
You better watch the fuck you play
(Check it out)

bring your own bottle, 'cause I be likin'
To get to somethin' awful
And compute that slurrin'
Talkin' to bitches, weeble-wobblin'
Burpin', gurgin', stomach off the hinges
Lurkin', my stay highs with Red Ledges

I'm tryin' to get that fast quarter, fuck a slow
Run a ass operation without gettin' caught in the pickle
Take my ass on a vacation that maybe someday stop
Buy me an commercial lot
And turn it into a car wax wash and detail

You got Moesha, E?
All tha time, B
You got Indonesia, B?
All tha time, E
You got the street broom?
All tha time, B
You got your chronic there
All tha