Luyện nghe bài hát You Know My Style

Yo! Your so poor, she went in Kentucky, fried chicken
And licked else's fingers
Yo, Biz, man you know that my style
Tchk, yo man is your style Capri?
You know my

Give me the mic, Lords of Funk is in flight
I you goin' and flowin', all day and night
So let's proceed with the that you really need
The Kid is and my DJ got a lot of speed

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

Yeah, I said it, so gonna do about it?
The Kid Capri is super dope, I just shout it
The Lords of Funk will a party for a while
Now I can you that, but you know my style
You know my

Now my 'tis 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 rock right
From tonight, all the way until tomorrow

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

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

They made me mad, even though they didn't me
They stepped off I went and got my army
Mark, Silver D and Troopa Love
Poppa Duke chillin with the man

You diss me, no matter, how much you paid
You made the record, but I'm the one gets it played
Red Alert, blazin' on my radio
And I'm the man, that's blazin' in your

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

Before I blow up, my man you show up
'Cause once I'm finished with you, you're gonna up
I get respect, I teach 'em, and then
You're out of order out of style a mock neck

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

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

Oh, man there go my main man Luva for the Troopa Love crew
He got it goin' on there, go
She, she got a little right there
Money Mark, Silver D, Lords of Funk, V in the house

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

Knahmsayin, Shell, Dapper Jay, they got it goin' on
My man the chief rockin' starchild
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