Luyện nghe bài hát Too Much

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

I'm a product of my environment, up in the '80s
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 be *** like a ***
I'm to hip hop what Cartoon is to
I'm a artist, claimed to be the hardest
Just number one since B.I.G. and 'Pac

Nate ridin' with me, Snoop ridin' me
All you other *** used to be good Ken Griffey
I'm on like 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 trunk man, me the front man

Too much in the club not to get drunk
Too many *** in the not to ***
Too *** in the studio 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 'cause she
know how much attention you pay
You be ready to die in this game

I I told y'all 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 in the D-Town
I mean Chi-Town, *** it, it can go

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

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

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

Too much in the club 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 look like you mad as *** but who
her by the arm 'cause she stare
Don't know how much you pay
You better be to die in this game

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

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

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

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

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

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