Luyện nghe bài hát Too Much

I'm from the old hood, somethin' like hood
Where *** don't good
Or know Suge, but the ***
So we rock it like Tracy
Send it to in a gray Mercedes

I'm a of my environment, grew up in the '80s
So that mean, me, Kanyeezy and Jeezy, all *** babies
And it's evident my is heaven sent
First LP on the shelf as the veterans

I be *** like a ***
I'm to hip hop Cartoon is to Mexicans
I'm a artist, never to be the hardest
Just number one since B.I.G. and departed

Nate ridin' me, Snoop ridin' with me
All you *** used to be good like Ken Griffey
I'm on like the tip of a ***
On fire like a *** let it drip for a month

I'm a *** you can *** if you want, let it bump
Like you got Scott tied up in the trunk
I'm the ice cream man, *** in the trunk man
*** in the man, call me the front man

Too much Cris' in the not to get drunk
Too *** in the world not to ***
Too *** in the studio not to roll it up
And too much in the trunk, so let it bump

You look you mad as *** but who cares?
Grabbin' her by the arm 'cause she
Don't know how much you pay
You better be ready to die in game

I thought I told y'all I'm done with the beef,
My son now
And I've been Dre so long, I'm makin' beats now
Game on the rebound like Ben Wallace in the
I mean Chi-Town, *** it, it can go

*** I spit the whole round, fo' plus fo'
*** the Wild Wild West, call it a showdown
And I'm the Kid 'til they split my wig
I come from the dead, tell 'em *** me again

Put my head on the ***, dare a
I'm gangsta, took more *** Tookie
I'm alive, so I'ma take a Patron shot for
Roll a California *** and keep the movie

Inspired by *** since I was two
I brought the West Coast back, the *** you do?
I'm the ice truck man, *** in the trunk man
*** in the trunk man, me the front man

Too Cris' in the club not to get drunk
Too *** in the world not to ***
Too *** in the studio not to roll it up
And too much in the trunk, so let it bump

You look you mad as *** but who cares?
her by the arm 'cause she stare
Don't know how much you pay
You better be to die in this game

Drive fast, both hands on the
Close both of your eyes and hope that you crash
It's lyrical homicide, both out
Roll the *** windows down, let the out

*** drop the top on in
*** let your ponytail blow in the
the *** blow out dollar signs
*** you could drive a Bentley if only in your

doors, leather and wood
Ride like I got a horse under my hood
And I keep a *** under my hood
So if I die, *** me under my hood

Who had the hottest *** in the game, wearin' chain?
Mr. H to the Izzo, Nas and
Long as my family straight, read this at my
I gave 'em 'The Documentary' and scraped the plate

Twenty magazine covers, *** look at his
I cannot, will not ever be
'Coz I'm the ice cream man, *** in the trunk man
*** in the trunk man, me the front man

Too much Cris' in the club not to get
Too many *** in the not to ***
Too much *** in the not to roll it up
And too much in the trunk, so let it bump

You like you mad as *** but who cares?
Grabbin' her by the arm 'cause she
Don't know how attention you pay
You be ready to die in this game

He wolfin' a lot of *** he look
You can't find girl, she right here
I'm not a bad dream, I'm a
'Sides way too many *** in here