Luyện nghe bài hát Too Much

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

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

I be *** like a ***
I'm to hip hop Cartoon is to Mexicans
I'm a artist, never to be the hardest
Just number one since B.I.G. and 'Pac

Nate with me, Snoop ridin' with me
All you *** used to be good like 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
Like you got Scott tied up in the trunk
I'm the ice cream truck man, *** in the man
*** in the trunk man, me the front man

Too much Cris' in the club not to get
Too *** in the world not to ***
Too *** in the studio 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 'cause she
Don't know how much you pay
You better be to die in this game

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

*** I spit the round, fo' plus fo' pounds
*** the Wild Wild West, call 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, took more *** than
I'm alive, so I'ma take a Patron for Tookie
Roll a *** and keep watchin' the movie

Inspired by this *** I was two
I brought the West Coast back, 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 *** in the world not to ***
Too much *** in the studio not to it up
And too much bass in the trunk, so let it

You like you mad as *** but who cares?
her by the arm 'cause she stare
Don't know how much you pay
You better be ready to die in game

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

*** drop the top on in
*** let ponytail blow in the wind
the *** blow out dollar signs
*** you could drive a Bentley if only in mind

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

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

Twenty magazine covers, *** at his fate
I cannot, will not ever be
'Coz I'm the ice cream truck man, *** in the man
*** in the trunk man, me the front man

Too much Cris' in the 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?
Grabbin' her by the arm she stare
Don't know how attention you pay
You be ready to die in this game

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