Luyện nghe bài hát You Know My Style

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

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

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

Yeah, I said it, so whatcha do about it?
The Kid Capri is super dope, I gotta shout it
The Lords of Funk will rock a 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 them crowds scream for me
It gets me hyped, makes me rock right
From tonight, all the way tomorrow night

You know the flavor, so now, do me a
Please to the sounds Kid Capri gave ya
I worked hard, to do what I do for
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
'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 with the man

You couldn't diss me, no matter, how much you
You made the record, but I'm the one that gets it
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 like a
So go ahead Hobbes, I fingers pop
And you could never, get what the Kid got

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

I'm gettin papers, while you suck now or
I wear a silk Guess and alligators
So go chump, I'm not the one son
I grab the mic and wax booty 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 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 for the Troopa Love crew
He got it on there, go Shabar
She, she got a flavor right there
Money Mark, Silver D, Lords of Funk, 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, they got it on
My main man the rockin' starchild
He in the house, he got it on
My man the world famous Bee

He flavor, knahmsayin?
Everybody doino' 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 know my
You my style, uhh, c'mon, woo
you know my style