Luyện nghe bài hát Too Much

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

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 is heaven sent
LP on the same 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
Just number one since B.I.G. and 'Pac

Nate with me, Snoop ridin' with me
All you other *** to be good like Ken Griffey
I'm on like 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
Like you got Scott tied up in the trunk
I'm the ice cream man, *** in the trunk man
*** in the trunk man, me the front man

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

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

I thought I told y'all I'm done the beef, clown
My son now
And I've been watchin' Dre so long, I'm makin' 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
*** this the Wild West, call it a showdown
And I'm Billy the Kid 'til they my wig
I back from the dead, tell 'em *** me again

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

by this *** 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 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 much bass in the trunk, so let it

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

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

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

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

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

magazine covers, *** look at his fate
I cannot, will not be replaced
'Coz I'm the ice cream man, *** in the trunk 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 much *** in the studio not to it up
And too bass in the trunk, so let it bump

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