Luyện nghe bài hát Too Much

I'm the old hood, somethin' like your hood
Where *** know good
Or Suge, but the *** good
So we it like Tracy McGrady
Send it to Houston in a 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 is heaven sent
LP on the same shelf as the veterans

I be *** like a ***
I'm to hip hop what is to Mexicans
I'm a artist, claimed to be the hardest
number one since B.I.G. and 'Pac departed

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

I'm a *** you can *** if you want, let it bump
Like you got Scott Storch tied up in the
I'm the ice cream truck man, *** in the 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 *** in the studio not to roll it up
And too bass in the trunk, so let it bump

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

I thought I y'all I'm done with the beef, clown
My son now
And I've watchin' Dre so long, I'm makin' beats 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' fo' pounds
*** this the Wild Wild West, call it a
And I'm Billy the Kid they split my wig
I come from the dead, tell 'em *** me again

Put my on the ***, dare a ****
I'm gangsta, took *** than 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 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 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 like you mad as *** but who
Grabbin' her by the arm 'cause she
Don't how much attention you pay
You be ready to die in this game

Drive fast, both on the dash
Close both of your and hope that you don't crash
lyrical homicide, both 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 drive a Bentley if in your mind

Four doors, leather and
Ride like I got a horse stable under my
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, read this at my
I gave 'em 'The and they scraped the plate

magazine covers, *** look at his fate
I cannot, will not ever be
'Coz I'm the ice cream truck man, *** in the 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 bass in the trunk, so let it

You look you mad as *** but who cares?
Grabbin' her by the arm she stare
know how much attention 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
'Sides way too many *** in here