Luyện nghe bài hát Too Much

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

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

I be *** like a ***
I'm to hip hop what is to Mexicans
I'm a artist, never claimed to be the
Just number one B.I.G. and 'Pac departed

Nate ridin' me, Snoop 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, let it bump
Like you got Scott Storch tied up in the
I'm the ice truck man, *** in the trunk 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 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 to die in this game

I I told y'all I'm done with the beef, clown
My son now
And been watchin' Dre so long, I'm makin' beats now
Game on the rebound Ben Wallace in the D-Town
I mean Chi-Town, *** it, it can go

*** I the whole round, fo' plus 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 head on the ***, dare a
I'm gangsta, took more *** than
I'm alive, so I'ma take a Patron for Tookie
a California *** and keep watchin' the movie

Inspired by *** since I was two
I brought the West back, what the *** you do?
I'm the ice cream man, *** in the trunk man
*** in the man, call me the front man

Too Cris' in the club 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 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 game

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

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

Four doors, and wood
Ride like I got a horse stable under my
And I keep a *** under 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, this at my wake
I 'em 'The Documentary' and they scraped the plate

Twenty magazine covers, *** look at his
I cannot, not ever be replaced
'Coz I'm the ice truck man, *** in the trunk man
*** in the man, call me the front man

Too much Cris' in the 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 she stare
Don't how much attention you pay
You better be to die in this game

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