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 pipe turns black, that it's 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, three, quarter after seven
Pockets full of hundreds, can't seem to find no ones, engine
Smebbin', talkin' hella shit to the

Pi-pi's get right behind me me how much
I been had to 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 holdin' cell, blood alcohol a warrior
And I to answer any questions without the advisory of my lawyer

I been in it, all around it,
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 if they're trippin' 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 sweeper 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 o'clock
Organized crime, bitch, all the time
Get off his dick and get on bitch
I be like a broke-down Coupe DeVille
Poppin' them generic brand Golden
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 understand this shit
Then nigga you got your mask on backwards
Tiptoeing through the 'hood nigga is no good,
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 there
All tha

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

It's your own bottle, 'cause I be likin'
To get to perkin' somethin'
And compute that slurrin'
Talkin' crazy to bitches,
Burpin', gurgin', stomach growlin' off the
Lurkin', torqin' my stay highs with Red

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 that maybe someday stop
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 sweeper
All tha time, B
You got chronic there too?
All tha