Luyện nghe bài hát You Know My Style

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

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

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

Yeah, I said it, so whatcha gonna do it?
The Kid Capri is super dope, I just gotta 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 tell you what it 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
respond to the sounds Kid Capri gave ya
I hard, to do what I do for people
I'm not conceited, cause everybody is my

I had a problem, with suckers, that to diss
I 'em but they still wanted to persist
I had to blow up, and blow up on 'em large
chaos, and war, and sabotage

They made me mad, even though didn't harm me
They stepped off when I 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 the record, but I'm the one that gets it played
Red Alert, he's blazin' on my
And I'm the man, blazin' in your auto

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

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

I'm gettin papers, you suck 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 a shotgun
I'm not frontin, or fakin, or to ya
I'm Kid Capri, so let that be a to ya

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

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

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

Knahmsayin, Diamond Shell, Dapper Jay, got it goin' on
My man the chief rockin' starchild
He in the house, he got it on
My man the world Busy Bee

He kickin' flavor,
Everybody doino' for the do
Puttin' where it's supposed to be
The Kid Capri is here like last year

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