Luyện nghe bài hát Too Much

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

I'm a of my environment, grew up in the '80s
So that mean, me, Kanyeezy and Jeezy, all *** babies
And it's evident my flow is sent
First LP on the same as the veterans

I can't be *** a ***
I'm to hip hop what is to Mexicans
I'm a artist, never to be the hardest
Just number one since B.I.G. and 'Pac

Nate with me, Snoop ridin' with me
All you other *** to be good like Ken Griffey
I'm on fire 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
Like you got Storch tied up in the trunk
I'm the ice cream man, *** in the trunk man
*** in the trunk man, call me the 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 look you mad as *** but who cares?
Grabbin' her by the arm 'cause she
Don't know how much you pay
You better be 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
Game on the rebound 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 Billy the Kid 'til they my wig
I back from the dead, tell 'em *** me again

Put my head on the ***, dare a
I'm gangsta, took more *** than
I'm alive, so take a Patron shot for Tookie
Roll a California *** and 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 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 much bass in the trunk, so let it

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

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

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

doors, leather and wood
Ride like I got a horse stable my hood
And I keep a chrome *** under my
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 straight, read this at my wake
I 'em 'The Documentary' and they scraped the plate

Twenty 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, me the front man

Too much Cris' in the club not to get
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 like you mad as *** but who
Grabbin' her by the arm she stare
Don't how much attention you pay
You better be ready to die in this

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