Luyện nghe bài hát Too Much

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

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

I can't be *** a ***
I'm to hip hop Cartoon is to Mexicans
I'm a artist, never 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 good like Ken
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, just let it
Like you got Scott Storch up in the trunk
I'm the ice cream 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 much *** in the not to roll it up
And too much 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 to die in this game

I I told y'all I'm done with 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 Chi-Town, *** it, it can go down

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

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

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, call me the man

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

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

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

Four doors, and wood
Ride like I got a 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' chain?
Mr. H to the Izzo, Nas and
Long as my family straight, read this at my
I gave 'em 'The Documentary' and scraped the plate

magazine covers, *** look at his fate
I cannot, will not ever be
'Coz I'm the ice cream man, *** in the trunk man
*** in the trunk man, call me the man

Too much in the club not to get drunk
Too *** in the world 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
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 look
You can't find your girl, she right
I'm not a bad dream, I'm a
there's way too many *** in here