Luyện nghe bài hát Too Much

I'm from the old hood, like your hood
*** don't know good
Or know Suge, but the ***
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 evident my flow is heaven sent
First LP on the shelf as the veterans

I be *** like a ***
I'm to hip hop what is to Mexicans
I'm a artist, claimed to be the hardest
Just number one B.I.G. and 'Pac departed

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

I'm a *** you can *** if you want, just let it
you got Scott Storch tied up in the trunk
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 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

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 makin' now
on the rebound like Ben Wallace in the D-Town
I mean Chi-Town, *** it, it can go

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

Put my head on the ***, dare a
I'm gangsta, took *** than Tookie
I'm alive, so I'ma take a Patron shot for
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 truck man, *** in the man
*** in the trunk man, 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 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 ready to die in this

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

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

Four doors, leather and
like I got a horse stable under my hood
And I keep a chrome *** my hood
So if I die, *** bury me 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 Documentary' and they scraped the plate

Twenty covers, *** look at his fate
I cannot, not ever be replaced
'Coz I'm the ice truck man, *** in the trunk 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 *** in the studio not to roll it up
And too bass 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 attention you pay
You better be to die in this 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 many *** in