Luyện nghe bài hát Sooo Much Style

Have you ever sooo much style?
We 'bout to do it a somethin' like this
it's Dogg Pound on mines, you know what 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 get back
The plots, concoct thoughts on DAT, can you
I'm openin' my eyes, and my thought's a
But yet and there's no ideal what these thoughts contain

All alone like no around in the area
Runnin' from here to Siberia
Now is this a Nigga yes it is
'Cause I'm a Gun like 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 select to get his whole jock connect too
I select too so motherfucker bow
Niggaz swear the Pound got so style

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

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

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

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

My creations, invasions
that's 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 ways to catch bones, let alone
Fuck up the scene, drop bombs the microphone
How can you see me when I'm high and blown?

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

Every single day our is gettin' played
So conclusively is the
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 it, you're feelin' lyrically energetic
So I you to death by use of poetics

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

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

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

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

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