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 rock it like McGrady
Send it to in a gray 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
First LP on the shelf as the veterans

I be *** like 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 good Ken Griffey
I'm on like the tip of a ***
On fire like a *** that let it drip for a

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

Too much in the club 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?
Grabbin' her by the arm she stare
know how much attention you pay
You better be to die in this 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 Chi-Town, *** it, it can go down

*** I spit the whole round, fo' fo' pounds
*** this the Wild West, call it a showdown
And I'm Billy the Kid 'til split my wig
I come 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 shot for Tookie
Roll a California *** and keep the movie

Inspired by this *** I was two
I the West Coast back, what the *** you do?
I'm the ice cream 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 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

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

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

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

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

Twenty covers, *** look at his fate
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 studio not to 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 how much attention you pay
You better be to die in this game

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