Luyện nghe bài hát Too Much

I'm from the old hood, like your hood
Where *** don't know
Or know Suge, but the ***
So we it like 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 Young Jeezy, all ***
And it's 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 to be the hardest
Just number one since B.I.G. and 'Pac

ridin' with me, Snoop ridin' with me
All you other *** used to be like Ken Griffey
I'm on like the tip of a ***
On fire like a *** 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 truck man, *** in the trunk man
*** in the trunk man, me the front man

Too much Cris' in the not to get drunk
Too many *** in the not to ***
Too much *** in the studio not to it up
And too much bass in the trunk, so let it

You look like you mad as *** but who
Grabbin' her by the arm 'cause she
know how much 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 I've been watchin' Dre so long, I'm makin' now
Game on the like Ben Wallace in the D-Town
I mean Chi-Town, *** it, it can go

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

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

by this *** since I was two
I brought the West Coast back, the *** you do?
I'm the ice cream truck man, *** in the man
*** in the trunk man, me the front man

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

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

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

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

Four doors, leather and
Ride like I got a horse stable under my
And I a chrome *** under my hood
So if I die, *** me under 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 Documentary' and they scraped the plate

magazine covers, *** look at his fate
I cannot, not ever be replaced
I'm the ice cream truck man, *** in the trunk man
*** in the trunk man, call me the man

Too Cris' in the club not to get drunk
Too *** in the world not to ***
Too much *** in the studio not to 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 know how attention you pay
You better be ready to die in game

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