Luyện nghe bài hát Too Much

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

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

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 B.I.G. and 'Pac departed

Nate ridin' with me, Snoop 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
you got Scott Storch tied up in the trunk
I'm the ice cream man, *** in the trunk man
*** in the man, call 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 like 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

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

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

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

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 in the club not to get drunk
Too many *** in the 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 'cause she
know how much attention you pay
You better be ready to die in this

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

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

Four doors, and wood
like 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 hottest *** in the game, wearin' chain?
Mr. H to the Izzo, Nas and
as my family 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 truck man, *** in the man
*** in the trunk man, me the front man

Too much in the club not to get drunk
Too many *** in the not to ***
Too *** in the studio not to roll 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 'cause she
know how much attention you pay
You better be to die in this game

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