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

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

Pi-pi's get right me askin' me how much
I had to drink and I said, "A beer"
Blitzed, out of my wits, drivin'
see I done hit one, two, three, ain't no tellin' how many skunk
In and out of the holdin' cell, blood like a warrior
And I refuse to answer any questions without the 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 through
Places I roam I let the hubs alone
I wonder if they're at Nextel phones
A bad motherfucker for the butter and
And you need to know this shit

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 there too?
All tha

I got the turf on lock, block
One beeper on my gotta be in the house by eight o'clock
Organized crime, bitch, all the time
Get off his dick and get on bitch
I be smokin like a broke-down DeVille
Poppin' generic brand Golden Seals
Parole can't hold me, and could y'all
Bitch me and my is off the wall

I fucks everybody to somebody, major factors
To if you can't understand this shit
Then nigga you must got your on backwards
Tiptoeing the 'hood nigga is no good, nigga
have a pass, so we get that 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 don't start until we walk in
Drunk off gin, down to check yo' chin
I'm a mannish motherfucker with the chips and
And enough to have your head kind of
Bluffin' don't exist, we the whole cards
Tail between the legs you walk in the yard
So if you hard, and wanna stay way
You better watch the fuck you play
(Check it out)

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

I'm tryin' to get that fast quarter, a slow nickel
Run a ass operation without gettin' caught in the pickle
my cool ass on a vacation that maybe someday stop
Buy me an empty 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 there too?
All tha