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 like Tracy
Send it to in a gray Mercedes

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

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

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

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 man, *** in the trunk man
*** in the trunk man, call me the 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 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 attention you pay
You better be to die in this game

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*** the top on whatever in
*** let your ponytail in the wind
Inhale the *** out dollar signs
*** you could drive a if only in your mind

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

Who had the *** in the game, wearin' 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 truck 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 not to roll it up
And too much in the trunk, so let it bump

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

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