Luyện nghe bài hát You Know My Style

Yo! Your mom's so poor, she in Kentucky, fried chicken
And licked everybody fingers
Yo, Biz, man you that 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 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 gonna 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 of Funk will rock a party for a while
Now I can tell you that, but you know my
You my style

Now my 'tis of thee, let me tell you what it means to me
I really it when them crowds scream for me
It gets me hyped, me wanna rock right
tonight, all the way until 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 tried to
I overlooked 'em but they still to persist
I had to blow up, and blow up on 'em large
chaos, and war, and sabotage

They made me mad, even they didn't harm me
They stepped off when I and got my army
Money Mark, Silver D and Love
Duke 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, blazin' on my radio
And I'm the man, that's blazin' in your

I go cameo, you think that you use a super
You get and played like a afro
So go ahead Hobbes, I fingers pop
And you could never, get what the Kid 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
You're out of out of style like a mock neck

I'm gettin papers, while you suck now or
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
ever try to front Kid
'Cause you know my
On the down low, you my style

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

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

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

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

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