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 chronic too?
All tha

Might not how to read and right, but I do know Arm and Hammer
If the screen from a tweaker's turns black, that means it's bamma
If too many seeds in your weed, then chop 'em down
If your gets 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 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, ain't no tellin' how skunk
In and out of the holdin' cell, blood like a warrior
And I to answer any questions without the advisory of my lawyer

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

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 on lock, twenty-six block
One on my side gotta be in the house by eight o'clock
Organized crime, bitch, all the bitch
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 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 nigga you must got mask on backwards
Tiptoeing through the 'hood nigga is no good,
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 broom?
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 with the chips and
And enough to have head 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 watch what the fuck you play
(Check it out)

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

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