Luyện nghe bài hát Too Much

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

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

I be *** like a ***
I'm to hip hop Cartoon is to Mexicans
I'm a artist, claimed 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 good like Ken
I'm on fire the tip of a ***
On fire a *** that let it drip for a month

I'm a *** you can *** if you want, just let it
Like you got Scott Storch tied up in the
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 not to roll 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 how much attention you pay
You better be ready to die in game

I thought I told y'all I'm done with the beef,
My son now
And been watchin' Dre so long, I'm makin' beats now
Game on the rebound like Ben in the D-Town
I Chi-Town, *** it, it can go down

*** I the whole round, fo' plus fo' pounds
*** this the Wild Wild West, call it a
And I'm Billy the Kid 'til 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 a Patron shot for Tookie
Roll a California *** and watchin' the movie

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

Too much in the club not to get drunk
Too many *** in the 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 'cause she
Don't how much attention you pay
You be ready to die in this game

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

*** the top on whatever in
*** let your blow in the wind
Inhale the *** blow out 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 *** my hood
So if I die, *** bury me my hood

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

Twenty covers, *** look at his fate
I cannot, will not be replaced
'Coz I'm the ice cream man, *** in the trunk man
*** in the man, call me the front man

Too much 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 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

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