Luyện nghe bài hát My Style

Lord, mercy, Lord, have mercy
Lord, mercy, Lord, have mercy
Lord, have mercy, Lord, mercy
Lord, have mercy, Lord, mercy

I know that you my style
I know that you my style
You get to turn you out
in the place get wild

I know that you like my
I that you like my style
You've drop it on your pants right now
in the place get wild
(So you sayin'?)

up, what's up with you, girl?
What's up, up with you, girl?
What's up, what's up you, boy?
What's up, what's up you, boy?
Don't jock, don't jock, baby, jock me

I drop the hotness, baby, me
You can't, you can't, no, you can't me
'Coz I'm a champ on a rep like
And when I spit it out at Z rocks me
Got my trademark with the copy

Right, you my style is naughty
Right, so don't me
You like my style when I'm whiling out my gang
And I gain my fame from doin' my thing
On a mike and I turn the like cocaine
And I them thangs, I'm a lover man

I know that you like my
I know that you my style
You can't get to you out
Everybody in the place get

I that you like my style
I know you like my style
You've drop it on your pants right now
in the place gets wild
(So you sayin'?)

What's up, up with you, girl?
What's up, what's up with you,
What's up, up with you, boy?
What's up, up with you, boy?

Our lined up when we team up
J T and B E P the scene up
Cali to and in between 'em
We the hottest in the biz and the
We be four Hummers and a Pima
sunset off the chi cantina

Stepped out lookin' and clean-ah
Paparazzi put me in any
I got million ways to rockin' like this
And ain't nobody drop their styles like
I'ma give it to you like that and this
And my momma told me, "My baby's a genius"

I that you like my style
I know you like my style
You can't get to you out
Everybody in the get wild

I know that you my style
I that you like my style
You've drop it on your pants right now
Everybody in the place get
(So you sayin'?)

What's up, up with you, girl?
What's up, what's up with you,
What's up, what's up you, boy?
What's up, what's up you, boy?

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I to keep my style on, singo
(Singo)
Baby, you can call me
(Mijo)
I make you say, adios,
[Foreign
I make it hot for you if Frijo

It feels like somethin's up
Timberland on the drum, drum, beatin' up
Black Eyed Peas, there's no us
J T, he's rockin' a beat us

Them freaks, they want to freak us
After the spot they meet with us
They know our style is
Off the hook our ridiculous

What's up, what's up you, girl?
What's up, up with you, girl?
What's up, what's up with you,
What's up, up with you, boy?

Lemme ya
I that you like my style
I know that you my style
I've gone for a while
But I'm back with a new style

Black Peas, J T
(Black Peas, that's me)
we are, baby
(Here we are, baby)