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 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 same shelf as the

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

ridin' 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, let it bump
Like you got Scott Storch 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 club not to get
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 look you mad as *** but who cares?
Grabbin' her by the arm 'cause she
Don't how much attention you pay
You be ready to die in this game

I thought I told I'm done 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 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 the Kid 'til they split my wig
I come back from the dead, tell 'em *** me

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

Inspired by *** since I was two
I brought the West Coast back, the *** you do?
I'm the ice truck 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 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 'cause she
Don't how much attention you pay
You better be ready to die in this

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

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

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

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

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

Too much in the club not to get drunk
Too *** in the world not to ***
Too *** in the studio not to roll it up
And too much bass in the trunk, so let it

You look you mad as *** but who cares?
Grabbin' her by the arm she stare
Don't know how attention you pay
You be ready to die in this game

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