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 your 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 turns black, that means it's bamma
If it's too seeds in your weed, then chop 'em down
If blood gets bogus, then run his ass out of town
I'm on the Carquinez Bridge, three, quarter after seven
Pockets of hundreds, can't seem to find no ones, engine revvin'
Smebbin', hella shit to the cashier

Pi-pi's get right behind me 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 holdin' cell, alcohol like a warrior
And I refuse to answer any questions without the advisory of my

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 through
Places that I roam I let the alone
I if they're trippin' at Nextel phones
A bad motherfucker for the butter and
And you niggaz to know 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, twenty-six
One beeper on my side gotta be in the house by o'clock
crime, bitch, all the time bitch
Get off his dick and get on bitch
I be like a broke-down Coupe DeVille
Poppin' them generic brand Golden
Parole hold me, and neither could y'all
me and my Click is off the wall

I fucks with everybody to somebody, major
To niggaz if you can't this shit
Then nigga you must got mask on backwards
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 sweeper broom?
All tha time, B
You got chronic there too?
All tha

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

It's bring your own bottle, I be likin'
To get to perkin' awful
And compute that motherfucker
Talkin' to bitches, weeble-wobblin'
Burpin', gurgin', stomach off the hinges
Lurkin', torqin' my highs with Red Ledges

I'm to get that fast quarter, fuck a slow nickel
Run a smooth ass operation without gettin' caught in the
my cool ass on a vacation that maybe someday stop
Buy me an commercial 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 sweeper broom?
All tha time, B
You got your chronic there
All tha