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 know how to read and right, but I do know Arm and
If the from a tweaker's pipe turns black, that means it's bamma
If it's too many seeds in weed, then chop 'em down
If your gets 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', talkin' hella to the cashier

get right behind me askin' 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 many
In and out of the cell, blood alcohol like a warrior
And I refuse to answer any questions without the advisory of my

I been in it, all it, co-founded
Did it when I done it, I been blunted
hundred for the two P's
I let the K-One run through these
Places that I roam I let the alone
I if they're trippin' at Nextel phones
A bad for the butter and grits
And you niggaz need to know shit

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 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 bitch
Get off his and get on mine bitch
I be smokin like a broke-down Coupe
Poppin' them generic brand Seals
Parole can't hold me, and neither could
Bitch me and my Click is off the

I fucks everybody to somebody, major factors
To niggaz if you can't understand this
Then you must got your mask on backwards
Tiptoeing through the nigga is no good, nigga
have 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 don't start until 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 that way
You better what the fuck you play
(Check it out)

It's your own bottle, 'cause I be likin'
To get to perkin' somethin'
And compute motherfucker slurrin'
Talkin' to bitches, weeble-wobblin'
Burpin', gurgin', growlin' off the hinges
Lurkin', my stay highs with Red Ledges

I'm tryin' to get that quarter, fuck a slow nickel
Run a ass operation without gettin' caught in the pickle
Take my cool ass on a vacation maybe someday stop
Buy me an commercial 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