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 Arm and Hammer
If the screen from a tweaker's pipe turns black, that it's bamma
If it's too many seeds in weed, then chop 'em down
If your blood gets bogus, run his ass out of town
I'm on the Carquinez Bridge, terminal three, quarter seven
Pockets full of hundreds, can't to find no ones, engine revvin'
Smebbin', hella shit to the cashier

get right behind me askin' me how much
I had to drink and I said, "A beer"
Blitzed, out of my wits, drunk
Let's see I done hit one, two, three, no tellin' how many skunk
In and out of the holdin' cell, blood alcohol a warrior
And I refuse to answer any without the advisory of my lawyer

I in it, all around it, co-founded
Did it when I it, I must've been blunted
Ninety-six for the two P's
I let the homie K-One run through
Places that I I let the hubs alone
I wonder if trippin' at Nextel phones
A bad motherfucker for the butter and
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 your chronic there
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 mine
I be smokin like a broke-down Coupe
them generic brand Golden Seals
Parole can't hold me, and could y'all
me and my Click is off the wall

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

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

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

I'm tryin' to get that fast quarter, a slow nickel
Run a smooth ass operation without 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 sweeper broom?
All tha time, B
You got your chronic too?
All tha