Luyện nghe bài hát Too Much

I'm the old hood, somethin' like your hood
Where *** know good
Or know Suge, but the ***
So we it like Tracy McGrady
it to Houston in a gray Mercedes

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

I can't be *** a ***
I'm to hip hop Cartoon is to Mexicans
I'm a artist, never claimed to be the
Just number one since B.I.G. and 'Pac

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

I'm a *** you can *** if you want, just let it
Like you got Scott tied up in the trunk
I'm the ice cream truck man, *** in the 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 bass in the trunk, so let it

You look like you mad as *** but who
her by the arm 'cause she stare
Don't know how 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 watchin' Dre so long, I'm makin' beats now
Game on the rebound like Ben Wallace in the
I Chi-Town, *** it, it can go down

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

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

Inspired by this *** 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 much Cris' in the club not to get
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 like you mad as *** but who cares?
Grabbin' her by the arm she stare
Don't know how 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, airbags out
the *** windows down, let the bass out

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

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

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

Twenty magazine covers, *** at his fate
I cannot, will not be replaced
'Coz I'm the ice cream truck man, *** in the man
*** in the man, call me the front 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 much 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

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 *** in here