Luyện nghe bài hát Too Much

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

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

I be *** like a ***
I'm to hip hop what Cartoon is to
I'm a artist, never to be the hardest
Just one since B.I.G. and 'Pac departed

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

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

Too Cris' in the club not to get drunk
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 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

I thought I told I'm done with the beef, clown
My son now
And been 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
*** the Wild Wild West, call it a showdown
And I'm the Kid 'til they split my wig
I back from the dead, tell 'em *** me again

Put my head on the ***, a ****
I'm gangsta, took *** than Tookie
I'm alive, so I'ma take a shot 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 cream truck man, *** in the man
*** in the trunk man, call me the 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 bass in the trunk, so let it

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

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

*** drop the top on in
*** let your ponytail 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 horse under my hood
And I keep a chrome *** my hood
So if I die, *** bury me my hood

Who had the hottest *** in the game, wearin' chain?
Mr. H to the Izzo, Nas and
Long as my family straight, read this at my
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 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 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 attention you pay
You better be ready to die in game

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