Luyện nghe bài hát You Know My Style

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

Give me the mic, Lords of is in full 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 Mark, is blowin' up
Don't we won't be at a battle cause we're showin' up
And if you ever try to diss you're gonna get
I'm gonna make it plain and simple, there's no

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

Now my country 'tis of thee, let me tell you it means to me
I really love it when them scream for me
It gets me hyped, makes me wanna right
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 hard, to do what I do for people
I'm not conceited, cause everybody is my

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

They made me mad, though they didn't harm me
They stepped off when I went and got my
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 in your auto

I go cameo, you think that you use a super
You get sprayed and played like a
So go ahead Hobbes, I make pop
And you could never, get what the Kid 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 like a mock neck

I'm gettin papers, while you now or laters
I wear a silk Guess denim and
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 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 flavor there
Mark, Silver D, Lords of Funk, Kool V in the house

Knahmsayin, Kid Capri
My main man the brother [unverified] Bizz
My man Kool V in the
my man Grand 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 world Busy Bee

He flavor, knahmsayin?
doino' this for the do
Puttin' flavor it's supposed to be
The Kid Capri is outta like last year

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