Luyện nghe bài hát Too Much

I'm from the old hood, somethin' your hood
Where *** don't good
Or know Suge, but the ***
So we rock it like Tracy
Send it to Houston in a 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
First LP on the same shelf as the

I can't be *** 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 'Pac

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

I'm a *** you can *** if you want, just let it
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 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 bass in the trunk, so let it

You look like you mad as *** but who
Grabbin' her by the arm she stare
Don't know how 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 watchin' Dre so long, I'm beats now
Game on the rebound like Ben Wallace in the
I mean Chi-Town, *** it, it can go

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

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

Inspired by this *** I was two
I brought the 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 *** 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 'cause she
Don't know how attention 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 homicide, both 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 Bentley if in your mind

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

Who had the *** in the game, wearin' they chain?
Mr. H to the Izzo, Nas and
Long as my family straight, this at my wake
I 'em 'The Documentary' and they 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 Cris' in the club 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 you mad as *** but who cares?
her by the arm 'cause she stare
Don't how much attention you pay
You better be ready to die in this

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 way too many *** in here