Luyện nghe bài hát Too Much

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

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 sent
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 claimed to be the
Just number one since B.I.G. and departed

Nate ridin' with me, ridin' with me
All you other *** used to be good Ken Griffey
I'm on fire the tip of a ***
On like a *** that let it drip for a month

I'm a *** you can *** if you want, just let it
you got Scott Storch tied 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 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 like you mad as *** but who cares?
her by the arm 'cause she stare
Don't know how attention you pay
You better be to die in this game

I thought I told y'all I'm done with the beef,
My son now
And been watchin' 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
*** the Wild Wild West, call it a showdown
And I'm Billy the Kid they split my wig
I back from the dead, tell 'em *** me again

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

by this *** since I was two
I brought the West back, what the *** you do?
I'm the ice cream truck man, *** in the 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 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 she stare
Don't know how much you pay
You better be to die in this game

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

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

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

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

magazine covers, *** look at his fate
I cannot, not ever be replaced
'Coz 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 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 better be ready to die in this

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