Luyện nghe bài hát Too Much

I'm from the old hood, somethin' like your
Where *** don't good
Or Suge, but the *** good
So we it like Tracy McGrady
Send it to Houston in a gray

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 flow is sent
LP on the same shelf as the veterans

I be *** like 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

ridin' with me, Snoop ridin' with me
All you other *** used to be good like Ken
I'm on like 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 truck man, *** in the man
*** in the man, call 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 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 better be ready to die in game

I thought I y'all I'm done with the beef, clown
My son now
And I've been Dre so long, I'm makin' beats now
Game on the rebound 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, call it a
And I'm the Kid 'til they split my wig
I come back the dead, tell 'em *** me again

Put my 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 this *** I was two
I brought the Coast back, what the *** you do?
I'm the ice cream man, *** in the trunk man
*** in the trunk man, call me the 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 much 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 better be to die in this game

Drive fast, hands on the dash
Close both of your eyes and hope that you crash
It's lyrical homicide, airbags out
Roll the *** down, let the bass out

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

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

Who had the *** in the game, wearin' they chain?
Mr. H to the Izzo, Nas and
Long as my family straight, read at my wake
I gave 'em Documentary' and they scraped the plate

Twenty magazine covers, *** at his fate
I cannot, will not be replaced
I'm the ice cream truck man, *** in the trunk 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 studio not to 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 attention you pay
You better be to die in this 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 *** in here