Luyện nghe bài hát Too Much

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

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 departed

ridin' with me, Snoop ridin' with me
All you other *** used to be 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 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 club not to get
Too many *** in the not to ***
Too *** in the studio not to roll 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 she stare
Don't know how attention you pay
You better be ready to die in this

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
Game on the rebound like Ben in the D-Town
I Chi-Town, *** it, it can go down

*** 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 come back from the dead, tell 'em *** me

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

Inspired by *** since I was two
I brought the Coast back, what the *** you do?
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 studio not to 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 know how attention you pay
You better be ready to die in this

Drive fast, both on the dash
Close both of your eyes and hope that you don't
It's lyrical homicide, both 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 only in mind

Four doors, leather and
Ride like I got a horse stable under my
And I keep a chrome *** 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 straight, read this at my wake
I 'em 'The Documentary' and they scraped the plate

Twenty magazine covers, *** at his fate
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 *** in the studio not to roll 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
know how much attention you pay
You better be ready to die in game

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