Luyện nghe bài hát You Know My Style

Yo! Your mom's so poor, she in Kentucky, fried chicken
And everybody else's fingers
Yo, Biz, man you know that ain't my
Tchk, yo man what is your 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 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 we won't be at a battle cause we're showin' up
And if you ever try to you're gonna get stomped
I'm make it plain and simple, there's no comp

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

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

You know the flavor, so now, do me a
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, suckers, that tried to diss
I overlooked 'em but they still wanted to
I had to blow up, and up on 'em very large
chaos, and war, and sabotage

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

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

I go cameo, you that you use a super hoe?
You get and played like a afro
So go ahead Hobbes, I fingers pop
And you never, get what the Kid Capri got

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

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

Punk, you my style
ever try to front Kid
'Cause you know my
On the down low, you my style

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

Knahmsayin, pushin' Kid
My main man the brother [unverified] Bizz
My man V in the house
That's my man Daddy I U

Knahmsayin, Diamond Shell, Dapper Jay, they got it on
My main man the chief rockin'
He in the house, he got it on
My man the famous Busy 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
'Cause you my style