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 broom?
All tha time, B
You got your chronic there
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 your weed, then chop 'em
If your blood bogus, then run his ass out of town
I'm on the Carquinez Bridge, terminal three, quarter after
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 had to drink and I said, "A beer"
Blitzed, out of my wits, drivin'
Let's see I hit one, two, three, ain't no tellin' how many skunk
In and out of the holdin' cell, alcohol 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
Ninety-six for the two P's
I let the homie run through these
Places that I roam I let the alone
I wonder if they're at Nextel phones
A bad for the butter and grits
And you niggaz need to know this

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, twenty-six
One beeper on my gotta be in the house by eight o'clock
crime, bitch, all the time bitch
Get off his dick and get on bitch
I be smokin like a broke-down Coupe
them generic brand Golden Seals
Parole can't hold me, and neither 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 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 there too?
All tha

Now the don't start until we walk in
Drunk off that gin, down to check yo'
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 when you in the yard
So if you hard, and wanna that way
You better what the fuck you play
(Check it out)

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

I'm to get that fast quarter, fuck a slow nickel
Run a smooth ass operation without 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 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