Luyện nghe bài hát Too Much

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

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

I be *** like a ***
I'm to hip hop Cartoon is to Mexicans
I'm a artist, never claimed to be the
number one since B.I.G. and 'Pac departed

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 fire like a *** that let it drip for a

I'm a *** you can *** if you want, just let it
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 much in the club not to get drunk
Too *** in the world not to ***
Too *** in the studio 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 ready to die in game

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

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

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

Inspired by *** since I was two
I the West Coast back, what the *** you do?
I'm the ice cream man, *** in the trunk man
*** in the trunk man, me the front man

Too much Cris' in the not to get drunk
Too *** in the world not to ***
Too *** in the studio not to roll it up
And too much in the trunk, so let it bump

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 this

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

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

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

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, will not ever be
'Coz I'm the ice truck man, *** in the trunk man
*** in the trunk man, me the front man

Too Cris' in the club 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 look like you mad as *** but who
her by the arm 'cause she stare
Don't know how much you pay
You be ready to die in this game

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