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 it like Tracy McGrady
Send it to in a gray Mercedes

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

I can't be *** a ***
I'm to hip hop what Cartoon is to
I'm a artist, claimed to be the hardest
Just number one B.I.G. and 'Pac departed

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

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 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 like you mad as *** but who cares?
Grabbin' her by the arm 'cause she
Don't how much 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 I've been watchin' Dre so long, I'm makin' now
on the rebound like Ben Wallace in the D-Town
I mean Chi-Town, *** it, it can go

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

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

Inspired by this *** I was two
I the West Coast back, what the *** you do?
I'm the ice truck man, *** in the trunk 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 *** 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?
her by the arm 'cause she stare
Don't how much attention you pay
You better be ready to die in game

fast, both hands on the dash
Close both of your eyes and hope that you crash
It's lyrical homicide, both out
Roll the *** down, let the bass out

*** drop the top on in
*** let ponytail blow in the wind
Inhale the *** out dollar signs
*** you could a Bentley if only in your mind

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

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

Twenty magazine covers, *** look at his
I cannot, will not be replaced
'Coz I'm the ice truck 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 not to roll it up
And too bass in the trunk, so let it bump

You look like you mad as *** but who
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 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