Luyện nghe bài hát Too Much

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

I'm a of my environment, grew up in the '80s
So that mean, me, and Young Jeezy, all *** babies
And it's evident my flow is sent
First LP on the 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
Just number one since B.I.G. and departed

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

I'm a *** you can *** if you want, let it bump
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 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 how much attention you pay
You be ready to die in this game

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

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

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

Inspired by *** since 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 much in the club not to get drunk
Too *** in the world not to ***
Too *** in the studio not to roll it up
And too bass 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 be ready to die in this game

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

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

Four doors, leather and
like I got a horse stable under my hood
And I keep a *** under my hood
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 gave 'em 'The Documentary' and they the plate

Twenty magazine covers, *** at his fate
I cannot, will not be replaced
'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 *** in the world not to ***
Too much *** in the not to roll it up
And too much bass in the trunk, so let it

You like you mad as *** but who cares?
Grabbin' her by the arm she stare
know how much attention you pay
You better be to die in this game

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