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 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 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', hella shit to the cashier

Pi-pi's get right behind me askin' me how
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 like a warrior
And I refuse to any questions 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 K-One run through these
Places that I I let the hubs alone
I wonder if they're trippin' at 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 street broom?
All tha time, B
You got your chronic there
All tha

I got the on lock, twenty-six 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 broke-down Coupe
Poppin' generic brand Golden Seals
Parole can't hold me, and neither could
Bitch me and my is off the wall

I fucks with to somebody, major factors
To niggaz if you can't this shit
Then nigga you must got your on backwards
Tiptoeing through the 'hood 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 street sweeper
All tha time, B
You got your chronic too?
All tha

Now the parties start until we walk in
Drunk off that gin, down to check yo'
I'm a mannish motherfucker the chips and bread
And enough to have your kind of tough
Bluffin' exist, we pull the whole cards
Tail between the when you walk in the yard
So if you hard, and stay that way
You better watch the fuck you play
(Check it out)

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

I'm to get that fast quarter, fuck a slow nickel
Run a smooth ass operation without gettin' in the pickle
Take my cool ass on a vacation that maybe 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 street broom?
All tha time, B
You got chronic there too?
All tha