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 it like Tracy McGrady
Send it to Houston in a gray

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

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

Nate ridin' with me, Snoop ridin' me
All you *** used to be good like 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 cream man, *** in the trunk man
*** in the man, call me the front 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 in the trunk, so let it bump

You like you mad as *** but who cares?
Grabbin' her by the arm she stare
know how much attention you pay
You be ready to die in this game

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

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

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

Inspired by *** since I was two
I brought the West back, what the *** you do?
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 not to roll it up
And too bass in the trunk, so let it bump

You look you mad as *** but who cares?
Grabbin' her by the arm she stare
know how much attention you pay
You better be ready to die in this

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

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

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, wearin' they
Mr. H to the Izzo, Nas and
Long as my straight, read this at my wake
I gave 'em 'The Documentary' and scraped the plate

Twenty covers, *** look at his fate
I cannot, will not be replaced
I'm the ice cream truck man, *** in the trunk man
*** in the trunk man, call me the man

Too much in the club not to get drunk
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 to die in this game

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