Luyện nghe bài hát Too Much

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

I'm a product of my environment, up in the '80s
So that mean, me, Kanyeezy and Young Jeezy, all ***
And evident my flow is heaven sent
First LP on the same 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 one since B.I.G. and 'Pac departed

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

I'm a *** you can *** if you want, let it bump
Like you got Storch tied up in the trunk
I'm the ice cream 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 studio not to it up
And too much in the trunk, so let it bump

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 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
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 Billy the Kid they split my wig
I back from the dead, tell 'em *** me again

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

Inspired by this *** I was two
I the West Coast back, what the *** you do?
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 *** in the world not to ***
Too *** in the studio not to roll it up
And too bass in the trunk, so let it bump

You like you mad as *** but who cares?
her by the arm 'cause she stare
Don't how much attention you pay
You better be ready to die in this

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

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

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

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

Twenty 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 much *** in the 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 she stare
Don't know how much you pay
You better be ready to die in game

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