Luyện nghe bài hát Too Much

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

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

I can't be *** a ***
I'm to hip hop what Cartoon is to
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 fire the tip of a ***
On fire like a *** 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 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 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 thought I told y'all I'm with 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 mean Chi-Town, *** it, it can go

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

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

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

Too Cris' 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 in the trunk, so let it bump

You like 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

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

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

Four doors, leather and
Ride like I got a horse stable under my
And I keep a chrome *** 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 straight, read this at my wake
I gave 'em 'The Documentary' and they scraped the

Twenty magazine covers, *** look at his
I cannot, will not be replaced
I'm the ice cream truck man, *** in the trunk 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 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
Don't know how attention you pay
You better be ready to die in game

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