Luyện nghe bài hát Sooo Much Style

Have you ever sooo much style?
We to do it a little somethin' like this
'Cause it's Dogg Pound on mines, you know I'm sayin'?
Fuck all you motherfuckers and umm, for some reason
Niggaz like to duplicate, transformin' ass bustas, Daz

Come get at me, and play get
The plots, concoct on DAT, can you counteract?
I'm my eyes, and my thought's a blink
But yet and still there's no ideal these thoughts contain

All alone like no else around in the
Runnin' shit here to Siberia
Now is this a jack? yes it is
'Cause I'm a Gun like Emilio Estevez

And dreaded, how you get shredded like
to intrude on the caper, who the hell can relate ta
That, automatic that's supposed to
Be hittin' new and expose

Knows, not, who to to
fool select to get his whole jock connect too
I too so motherfucker bow down
Niggaz swear the Pound got so style

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Now have you ever seen me? Seen saw
running up in me murdering 'em all
My composure, stays above sixty degrees
I enter in a circle and start maraudin'

The hysteria starts, multiplied two
Supplied by the vibes, here's a run style
They match, in the back of my vocab batch
If you come in and take the stash nigga I'll start scratch

So enter in my zone, I to be dethroned
I got a microphone I had to and murder to own
the bottom to the top and when you stare in my eyes
Emotionless shit registers in my mind when I get

The darkest secrets, it untold
When it's revealed the Amityville mirage will
Take flight, I ignite like C 4
With Daz I blow the the fuck up like the last world war

My creations, invasions
Thoughts that's able to annihilate generations, with so style

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Now let me take a second, for Dat Daz
To with the ways to catch snap bones, let alone
Fuck up the scene, drop upon the microphone
How can you see me I'm already high and blown?

To the fullest, Kurupt the MC's card
Now the Pound is blessed, dove
I'm a Dogg, we gotta get paid, we get paid

Every single day our shit is played
So conclusively is the
The art of
Niggaz step in the midst of

How can you see what be viewed?
DPG has the to end a whole feud
So forget it, feelin' lyrically energetic
So I sentence you to death by use of

That's my realm, so don't try to explore it
Niggaz tried and wonder why lost they whole life for it

Niggaz don't what's with the Pound?
Blueberry smokes the town when me and Kurupt puts it down
From the shoulders we be sling the straps, we be jumpin'
No suggestions needed when my start dumpin'

Let me explain niggaz don't what time it is
I ain't even tryin' to friends
Fuck the bullshit the type bullshit
you be stressin', let me get to the lesson

Peep me out, now you
Ninety-four's the year now we fuck up
Ninety-five we survive
And they say, we got styles

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