Luyện nghe bài hát You Know My Style

Yo! Your so poor, she went in Kentucky, fried chicken
And everybody else's fingers
Yo, Biz, man you know that ain't my
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 the sounds that you really need
The Kid is and my DJ got a lot of speed

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

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

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

You the flavor, so now, do me a favor
Please respond to the sounds Kid Capri ya
I worked hard, to do what I do for
I'm not conceited, everybody is my equal

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

They made me mad, even they didn't harm me
stepped off when I went and got my army
Money Mark, D and Troopa Love
Poppa Duke chillin the man above

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, that's in your auto

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

Before I up, my man you better show up
once I'm finished with you, you're gonna throw 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 suck now or
I wear a 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 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 go my main man Spud Luva for the Troopa Love crew
He got it on there, go Shabar
She, she got a little flavor there
Money Mark, D, Lords of Funk, Kool V in the house

Knahmsayin, pushin' Kid
My main man the brother [unverified] Bizz
My man Kool V in the
That's my man Daddy I U

Knahmsayin, Diamond Shell, Jay, they 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 kickin' flavor,
Everybody doino' for the do
Puttin' flavor where supposed to be
The Kid Capri is outta here like last

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