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 your 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, means it's bamma
If it's too many in your weed, then chop 'em down
If your blood bogus, then run his ass out of town
I'm on the Bridge, terminal three, quarter after seven
full of hundreds, can't seem to find no ones, engine revvin'
Smebbin', talkin' hella to the cashier

Pi-pi's get right me askin' 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 many
In and out of the holdin' cell, blood alcohol like a
And I refuse to answer any questions the advisory of my lawyer

I been in it, all around it,
Did it when I done it, I must've been
Ninety-six for the two P's
I let the homie K-One run these
that I roam 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 street 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 eight
Organized crime, bitch, all the time
Get off his and get on mine bitch
I be smokin a broke-down Coupe DeVille
Poppin' generic brand Golden Seals
Parole can't me, and neither could y'all
Bitch me and my is off the wall

I with everybody to somebody, major factors
To if you can't understand this shit
Then nigga you got your mask on backwards
Tiptoeing through the 'hood nigga is no good,
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
Drunk off that gin, down to yo' chin
I'm a mannish with the chips and bread
And enough to have your head kind of
don't exist, we pull the whole cards
Tail the legs when you walk in the yard
So if you hard, and stay that way
You watch what the fuck you play
(Check it out)

It's bring your own bottle, I be likin'
To get to somethin' awful
And compute that motherfucker
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
my cool ass on a vacation that maybe someday stop
Buy me an empty lot
And turn it a car wax wash 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 your chronic there
All tha