Luyện nghe bài hát Too Much

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

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

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 B.I.G. and 'Pac departed

Nate ridin' with me, Snoop ridin' me
All you other *** used to be like Ken Griffey
I'm on fire the tip of a ***
On fire like a *** that let it 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 cream truck man, *** in the 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 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
her by the arm 'cause she stare
Don't how much attention you pay
You better be ready to die in this

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

*** I spit the whole round, fo' fo' pounds
*** this the Wild Wild West, it a showdown
And I'm Billy the Kid they split my wig
I come back 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 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 much Cris' in the club not to get
Too *** in the world 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
Don't know how much you pay
You be ready to die in this game

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

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

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

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

Twenty magazine covers, *** look at his
I cannot, will not be replaced
'Coz I'm the ice cream truck man, *** in the 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 *** in the studio 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 'cause she
Don't how much attention you pay
You better be ready to die in game

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