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 your Capri?
You know my

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

D and Money Mark, is blowin' up
Don't think we won't be at a battle cause we're 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 gotta shout it
The Lords of Funk will a party for a while
Now I can tell you that, but you my style
You know my

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

You know the flavor, so now, do me a
Please respond to the Kid Capri gave ya
I worked hard, to do I do for people
I'm not conceited, cause is my equal

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

They made me mad, though they didn't harm me
They stepped off when I and got my army
Money Mark, Silver D and 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 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 like a
So go Hobbes, I make fingers pop
And you never, get what the Kid Capri got

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

I'm gettin papers, you suck 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 like 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 low, you know 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 little flavor right
Money Mark, Silver D, Lords of Funk, Kool V in the

Knahmsayin, Kid Capri
My main man the [unverified] Bizz Markie
My man Kool V in the
my man Grand Daddy I U

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

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

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