Luyện nghe bài hát Too Much

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

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

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

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

I'm a *** you can *** if you want, let it bump
you got Scott Storch tied 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 club not to get
Too many *** in the not to ***
Too *** in the studio 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 she stare
Don't know how attention you pay
You be ready to die in this game

I thought I y'all I'm done with the beef, clown
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' plus fo'
*** this the 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 *** than
I'm alive, so I'ma take a shot for Tookie
Roll a California *** and keep watchin' the

Inspired by this *** I was two
I brought the West back, what the *** you do?
I'm the ice cream man, *** in the trunk man
*** in the trunk man, me the front man

Too much Cris' in the not to get drunk
Too many *** in the not to ***
Too much *** in the studio not to 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
know how much attention you pay
You better be to die in this game

fast, both hands on the dash
Close both of your eyes and hope that you crash
lyrical homicide, both airbags out
Roll the *** windows down, let the out

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

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

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

Twenty magazine covers, *** look at his
I cannot, will not ever be
'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 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

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