Luyện nghe bài hát Too Much

I'm from the old hood, somethin' like your
*** don't know good
Or know Suge, but the ***
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 mean, me, Kanyeezy and Young Jeezy, all *** babies
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, never claimed to be the
Just number one since B.I.G. and departed

Nate ridin' me, Snoop ridin' with me
All you other *** used to be good 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 truck man, *** in the trunk man
*** in the man, call me the front man

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

I thought I told 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 like Ben Wallace in the
I mean Chi-Town, *** it, it can go

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

Put my head on the ***, a ****
I'm gangsta, took more *** Tookie
I'm alive, so take a Patron 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, me the front 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 bass in the trunk, so let it

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

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

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

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

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

magazine covers, *** look at his fate
I cannot, will not ever be
'Coz I'm the ice cream 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 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
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 right
I'm not a bad dream, I'm a
'Sides way too many *** in here