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 street sweeper
All tha time, B
You got your chronic too?
All tha

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

Pi-pi's get right behind me askin' me how
I been had to and I said, "A beer"
Blitzed, out of my wits, drunk
Let's see I done hit one, two, three, no tellin' how many skunk
In and out of the holdin' cell, alcohol like a warrior
And I refuse to answer any without the advisory of my lawyer

I been in it, all it, co-founded
Did it when I done it, I must've blunted
Ninety-six for the two P's
I let the homie run through these
Places that I roam I let the alone
I if they're 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 sweeper
All tha time, B
You got your chronic there
All tha

I got the turf on lock, block
One beeper on my side gotta be in the house by o'clock
Organized crime, bitch, all the bitch
Get off his and get on mine bitch
I be smokin like a broke-down DeVille
Poppin' them brand Golden Seals
can't hold me, and neither could y'all
Bitch me and my is off the wall

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

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

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

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

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