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 Tracy McGrady
Send it to in a gray Mercedes

I'm a product of my environment, up in the '80s
So that mean, me, and Young Jeezy, all *** babies
And it's my flow is heaven sent
First LP on the same as the veterans

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

Nate ridin' 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, let it bump
Like you got Storch tied up in the trunk
I'm the ice truck man, *** in the trunk 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 studio not to it up
And too much bass in the trunk, so let it

You like 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 game

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

*** I spit the round, fo' plus fo' pounds
*** this the Wild West, call it a showdown
And I'm the Kid 'til they split my wig
I come 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 shot for Tookie
Roll a California *** and keep watchin' the

by this *** since I was two
I the West Coast 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 much *** in the not to roll it up
And too much in the trunk, so let it bump

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

Drive fast, hands on the dash
Close both of your 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 blow in the wind
Inhale the *** blow out signs
*** you could a Bentley if only in your mind

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

Who had the hottest *** in the game, wearin' they
Mr. H to the Izzo, Nas and
Long as my family straight, read at my wake
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 trunk man, call me the man

Too Cris' in the club not to get drunk
Too many *** in the 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 'cause she
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