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 your chronic there
All tha

not know how to read and right, but I do know Arm and Hammer
If the screen from a tweaker's pipe turns black, that means it's
If it's too many seeds in weed, then chop 'em down
If blood gets bogus, then run his ass out of town
I'm on the Carquinez Bridge, terminal three, quarter after
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 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 how many skunk
In and out of the cell, blood alcohol like a warrior
And I refuse to answer any questions without the of my lawyer

I been in it, all around it,
Did it I done it, I must've been blunted
Ninety-six for the two P's
I let the homie run through these
that I roam I let the hubs alone
I wonder if they're trippin' at Nextel
A bad motherfucker for the and grits
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 sweeper
All tha time, B
You got your there too?
All tha

I got the on lock, twenty-six block
One beeper on my side gotta be in the house by eight
Organized crime, bitch, all the time
Get off his dick and get on mine
I be smokin like a broke-down Coupe
Poppin' generic brand Golden Seals
Parole can't hold me, and could y'all
Bitch me and my is off the wall

I fucks with everybody to somebody, major
To niggaz if you understand this shit
Then nigga you got your mask on backwards
Tiptoeing the 'hood 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 your chronic too?
All tha

Now the parties 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 head kind of
Bluffin' don't exist, we pull the cards
Tail between the legs you walk in the yard
So if you hard, and stay that way
You better what the fuck you play
(Check it out)

It's bring your own bottle, I be likin'
To get to perkin' somethin'
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, fuck a slow
Run a smooth ass without gettin' caught in the pickle
Take my cool ass on a that maybe someday stop
Buy me an commercial lot
And turn it into a car wax wash and shop

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