Luyện nghe bài hát Too Much

I'm from the old hood, like your hood
Where *** don't know
Or Suge, but the *** good
So we it like Tracy McGrady
it to Houston in a gray 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 be *** like a ***
I'm to hip hop what Cartoon is to
I'm a artist, never to be the hardest
Just number one since B.I.G. and departed

Nate ridin' with me, ridin' with me
All you other *** used to be like Ken Griffey
I'm on fire the tip of a ***
On fire like a *** 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 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 bass in the trunk, so let it bump

You look you mad as *** but who cares?
Grabbin' her by the arm she stare
know how much attention you pay
You better be ready to die in game

I thought I y'all I'm done with the beef, clown
My son now
And I've watchin' Dre so long, I'm makin' 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'
*** this the Wild Wild West, it a showdown
And I'm Billy the Kid 'til split my wig
I back from the dead, tell 'em *** me again

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

Inspired by *** since 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, call me the 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 much in the trunk, so let it bump

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

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

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

Four doors, leather and
like I got a horse stable 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 they scraped the

magazine covers, *** look at his fate
I cannot, will not be replaced
I'm the ice cream 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 not to roll it up
And too bass 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 be ready to die in this game

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