Luyện nghe bài hát Too Much

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

I'm a of my environment, grew up in the '80s
So that mean, me, and Young Jeezy, all *** babies
And it's evident my flow is 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, never to be the hardest
number one since B.I.G. and 'Pac departed

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

I'm a *** you can *** if you want, just let it
you got Scott Storch tied up in the trunk
I'm the ice cream truck man, *** in the man
*** in the man, call me the front man

Too much Cris' in the not to get drunk
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 ready to die in this

I I told y'all I'm done with the beef, clown
My son now
And I've been 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 spit the whole round, fo' fo' pounds
*** this the Wild Wild West, 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 ***, dare a
I'm gangsta, took more *** than
I'm alive, so take a Patron shot for Tookie
a California *** and keep watchin' the movie

Inspired by *** since I was two
I brought the West Coast back, 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 bass in the trunk, so let it bump

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

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

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

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

Who had the *** in the game, wearin' they chain?
Mr. H to the Izzo, Nas and
Long as my family straight, read at my wake
I gave 'em 'The and they 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 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 'cause she
know 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 right
I'm not a bad dream, I'm a
there's way too many *** in here