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 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, then 'em down
If your blood bogus, then run his ass out of town
I'm on the Carquinez Bridge, terminal three, 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, drivin'
Let's see I done hit one, two, three, ain't no tellin' how skunk
In and out of the cell, blood 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 done it, I must've been
hundred for the two P's
I let the homie K-One run these
that I roam I let the hubs alone
I wonder if they're at Nextel phones
A bad motherfucker for the butter and
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 sweeper broom?
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 Coupe DeVille
Poppin' generic brand Golden Seals
Parole can't hold me, and could y'all
Bitch me and my Click is off the

I fucks with everybody to somebody, factors
To niggaz if you can't understand shit
Then nigga you got your mask on backwards
through 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 chronic there too?
All tha

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

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

I'm tryin' to get that fast quarter, fuck a slow
Run a smooth ass without gettin' caught in the pickle
Take my cool ass on a vacation that 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 sweeper broom?
All tha time, B
You got your there too?
All tha