Luyện nghe bài hát You Know My Style

Yo! Your mom's so poor, she went in Kentucky, fried
And licked everybody else's
Yo, Biz, man you know that ain't my
Tchk, yo man what is your style
You know my

me the mic, Lords of Funk is in full flight
I keep you and flowin', all day and night
So proceed with the sounds that you really need
The Kid is funky and my DJ got a lot of

Silver D and Money Mark, is up
Don't think we won't be at a cause we're showin' up
And if you ever try to diss you're get stomped
I'm gonna make it plain and simple, there's no

Yeah, I said it, so whatcha gonna do it?
The Kid Capri is dope, I just gotta shout it
The Lords of Funk will rock a party for a
Now I can tell you that, but you know my
You know my

Now my country of thee, let me tell you what it means to me
I really love it when them crowds for me
It gets me hyped, makes me wanna rock
From tonight, all the way tomorrow night

You the flavor, so now, do me a favor
Please respond to the Kid Capri gave ya
I worked hard, to do I do for people
I'm not conceited, everybody is my equal

I had a problem, with suckers, that to diss
I overlooked 'em but they still wanted to
I had to blow up, and blow up on 'em very
'Cause chaos, and war, and

They made me mad, even though they harm me
stepped off when I went and got my army
Money Mark, Silver D and Troopa
Poppa chillin with the man above

You couldn't diss me, no matter, how much you
You made the record, but I'm the one that it played
Red Alert, he's blazin' on my
And I'm the man, that's blazin' in your

I go cameo, you think you use a super hoe?
You get sprayed and played like a
So go Hobbes, I make fingers pop
And you could never, get the Kid Capri got

I blow up, my man you better show up
'Cause once I'm finished with you, you're throw up
I get respect, I teach 'em, and correct
You're out of order out of style like a mock

I'm gettin papers, while you now or laters
I a silk Guess denim and alligators
So go chump, I'm not the one son
I grab the mic and wax that booty like a
I'm not frontin, or fakin, or to ya
I'm Kid Capri, so let be a lesson to ya

Punk, you know my
Don't try to front Kid
'Cause you my style
On the low, you know my style

Oh, man there go my man Spud Luva for the Troopa Love crew
He got it on there, go Shabar
She, she got a little flavor right
Money Mark, Silver D, Lords of Funk, Kool V in the

Knahmsayin, Kid Capri
My main man the [unverified] Bizz Markie
My man Kool V in the
That's my man Daddy I U

Knahmsayin, Shell, Dapper Jay, they got it goin' on
My main man the chief rockin'
He in the house, he got it on
My man the world famous Bee

He kickin' flavor,
doino' this for the do
Puttin' flavor where supposed to be
The Kid is outta here like last year

And I'm gone, See ya
'Cause you know my
You my style, uhh, c'mon, woo
you know my style