Luyện nghe bài hát Too Much

I'm the old hood, somethin' like your hood
Where *** know good
Or know Suge, but the ***
So we rock it Tracy McGrady
it to Houston in a gray Mercedes

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

I can't be *** a ***
I'm to hip hop what Cartoon is to
I'm a artist, never to be the hardest
Just number one B.I.G. and 'Pac departed

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Inspired by this *** I was two
I brought the West back, what the *** you do?
I'm the ice cream truck man, *** in the man
*** in the man, call me the front man

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

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

Drive fast, both hands on the
Close both of your eyes and that you don't crash
It's lyrical homicide, airbags out
Roll the *** windows down, let the out

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

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

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

Twenty covers, *** look at his fate
I cannot, will not be replaced
'Coz I'm the ice cream man, *** in the trunk man
*** in the man, call 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 look you mad as *** but who cares?
her by the arm 'cause she stare
Don't know how much you pay
You better be ready to die in this

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