Luyện nghe bài hát Sooo Much Style

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

Come get at me, and get back
The plots, thoughts on DAT, can you counteract?
I'm openin' my eyes, and my a blink
But yet and still no ideal what these thoughts contain

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

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

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

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Now have you ever seen me? meaning saw
Niggaz up in me murdering 'em all
My composure, above sixty degrees before
I in a circle and start maraudin' MC's

The starts, multiplied two times
Supplied by the vibes, here's a run style
They can't match, in the back of my vocab
If you come in and the stash nigga I'll start from scratch

So enter in my zone, I refuse to be
I got a microphone I had to kill and to own
From the bottom to the top and when you in my eyes
Emotionless shit registers in my when I get high

The secrets, keep it untold
When it's revealed the mirage will unfold
Take flight, I like C dash 4
Daz I blow the shit the fuck up like the last world war

My creations, invasions
Thoughts able to annihilate generations, with so much style

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

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

Every single day our is gettin' played
So is the conclusion
The art of
Niggaz in the midst of confusion

How can you see what can't be
DPG has the ability to end a whole
So forget it, you're feelin' lyrically
So I sentence you to by use of poetics

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

Niggaz don't realize what's with the
Blueberry smokes clears the town when me and Kurupt puts it
From the shoulders we be sling with the straps, we be
No suggestions needed when my Mac-90 start

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

me out, now you know
Ninety-four's the now we fuck up hoes
we survive everyday
And what say, we got styles

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