Luyện nghe bài hát Too Much

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

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

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

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

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

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 game

I thought I y'all 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 rebound Ben Wallace in the D-Town
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 Billy the Kid 'til they my wig
I come back from the dead, '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 for Tookie
Roll a California *** and keep watchin' the

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

Too much in the club not to get drunk
Too *** in the world 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?
Grabbin' her by the arm 'cause she
know how much attention you pay
You better be ready to die in this

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

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

Four doors, leather and
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, wearin' they
Mr. H to the Izzo, Nas and
Long as my family straight, read this at my
I gave 'em 'The Documentary' and they 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 in the club not to get drunk
Too many *** in the not to ***
Too *** in the studio not to roll it up
And too much bass in the trunk, so let it

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