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 chronic there too?
All tha

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

Pi-pi's get behind me askin' me how much
I had to drink and I said, "A beer"
Blitzed, out of my wits, drunk
Let's see I hit one, two, three, ain't no tellin' how many skunk
In and out of the cell, blood alcohol like a warrior
And I refuse to any questions without the advisory of my lawyer

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

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 there
All tha

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

I with everybody to somebody, major factors
To if you can't understand this shit
Then nigga you must got your on backwards
Tiptoeing through the 'hood nigga is no good,
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 broom?
All tha time, B
You got your there too?
All tha

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

It's your own bottle, 'cause I be likin'
To get to perkin' awful
And compute that slurrin'
crazy to bitches, weeble-wobblin'
Burpin', gurgin', stomach growlin' off the
Lurkin', torqin' my stay with Red Ledges

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

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 chronic there too?
All tha