Luyện nghe bài hát Too Much

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

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 flow is heaven
First LP on the same shelf as the

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 ridin' with me, ridin' with me
All you other *** used to be good like Ken
I'm on fire 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 Scott Storch up in the trunk
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 *** in the studio 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 how much attention you pay
You better be ready to die in game

I I told y'all I'm done with 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 mean Chi-Town, *** it, it can go

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

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

Inspired by this *** I was two
I brought the Coast back, what the *** you do?
I'm the ice truck man, *** in the trunk man
*** in the trunk man, call me the 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 you mad as *** but who cares?
Grabbin' her by the arm 'cause she
Don't know how attention you pay
You better be ready to die in this

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

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

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

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

Twenty magazine covers, *** look at his
I cannot, not ever be replaced
'Coz I'm the ice cream man, *** in the trunk man
*** in the trunk man, call me the man

Too much Cris' in the 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 look like you mad as *** but who
Grabbin' her by the arm she stare
Don't how much attention you pay
You be ready to die in this 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
there's way too many *** in here