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 chronic there too?
All tha

Might not know how to read and right, but I do know Arm and
If the screen from a tweaker's pipe turns black, that it's bamma
If it's too many in your weed, then chop 'em down
If your blood bogus, then run his ass out of town
I'm on the Bridge, terminal three, quarter after seven
full of hundreds, can't seem to find no ones, engine revvin'
Smebbin', talkin' hella 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, 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 been in it, all it, co-founded
Did it when I it, I must've been blunted
hundred for the two P's
I let the K-One run through these
that I roam I let the hubs alone
I wonder if they're trippin' at Nextel
A bad for the butter 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 street broom?
All tha time, B
You got chronic there too?
All tha

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

I fucks everybody to somebody, major factors
To niggaz if you can't this shit
Then nigga you must got your mask on
Tiptoeing through the 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 street sweeper
All tha time, B
You got your chronic there
All tha

Now the parties don't start until we in
Drunk off that gin, to check yo' chin
I'm a motherfucker with the chips and bread
And enough to have your head 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 stay way
You better what the fuck you play
(Check it out)

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

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

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 too?
All tha