Luyện nghe bài hát Too Much

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

I'm a product of my environment, grew up in the
So that mean, me, and Young Jeezy, all *** babies
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 Cartoon is to Mexicans
I'm a artist, never to be the hardest
Just 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 like a *** that let it drip for a month

I'm a *** you can *** if you want, just let it
Like you got Scott tied up in the trunk
I'm the ice cream man, *** in the trunk man
*** in the trunk man, me the front man

Too much Cris' in the club not to get
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 like 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

I I told 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' fo' pounds
*** this the Wild West, call it a showdown
And I'm the Kid 'til they split my wig
I come from the dead, tell 'em *** me again

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

by this *** since I was two
I brought the Coast 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 in the club not to get drunk
Too *** in the world not to ***
Too much *** in the studio not to it up
And too bass in the trunk, so let it bump

You look like you mad as *** but who
Grabbin' her by the arm she stare
Don't know how much you pay
You better be to die in this game

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

*** the top on whatever in
*** let ponytail blow in the wind
Inhale the *** out dollar signs
*** you could drive a Bentley if only in 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, *** bury me 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

Twenty magazine covers, *** 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 Cris' in the not to get drunk
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 look you mad as *** but who cares?
her by the arm 'cause she stare
Don't how much attention you pay
You better be to die in this game

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 there's way too many *** in