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 it like Tracy McGrady
Send it to Houston in a Mercedes

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

I can't be *** a ***
I'm to hip hop what is to Mexicans
I'm a artist, claimed to be the hardest
number one since B.I.G. and 'Pac departed

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

I'm a *** you can *** if you want, just let it
Like you got Scott Storch tied up in the
I'm the ice 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 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 she stare
Don't know how attention you pay
You better be ready to die in this

I thought I told y'all I'm done the beef, clown
My son now
And I've been watchin' Dre so long, I'm beats now
on the rebound like Ben Wallace in the D-Town
I mean Chi-Town, *** it, it can go

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

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

Inspired by *** 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 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 bass in the trunk, so let it bump

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

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

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

Four doors, and wood
Ride like I got a 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' they
Mr. H to the Izzo, Nas and
as my family straight, read this at my wake
I gave 'em 'The Documentary' and scraped the plate

Twenty magazine covers, *** 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 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 you mad as *** but who cares?
her by the arm 'cause she stare
Don't know how much 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 way too many *** in here