Luyện nghe bài hát Too Much

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

I'm a product of my environment, grew up in the
So mean, me, Kanyeezy and Young 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 Cartoon is to
I'm a artist, never claimed to be the
Just one since B.I.G. and 'Pac departed

Nate ridin' with me, ridin' with me
All you other *** used to be like Ken Griffey
I'm on like 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 up in the trunk
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 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 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 game

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

*** I spit the 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 the dead, tell 'em *** me again

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

Inspired by this *** I was two
I the West 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 club not to get
Too many *** in the 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
her by the arm 'cause she stare
Don't know how much you pay
You better be ready to die in this

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

*** drop the top on in
*** let your ponytail in the wind
Inhale the *** blow out signs
*** you drive a Bentley if only in your 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, *** me under my hood

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

Twenty magazine covers, *** look at his
I cannot, will not ever be
'Coz 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 *** 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
her by the arm 'cause she stare
Don't know how much you pay
You better be ready to die in game

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