Luyện nghe bài hát You Know My Style

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

Give me the mic, Lords of Funk is in full
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 think we be at a battle cause we're showin' up
And if you ever try to diss you're gonna get
I'm make it plain and simple, there's no comp

Yeah, I said it, so gonna do about it?
The Kid is super dope, I just gotta shout it
The of Funk will rock a party 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 when crowds scream for me
It me hyped, makes me wanna rock right
From tonight, all the way tomorrow night

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

I had a problem, with suckers, that to diss
I overlooked 'em but still wanted to persist
I had to blow up, and blow up on 'em large
'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, Silver D and Love
Poppa chillin with the man above

You diss me, no matter, how much you paid
You the record, but I'm the one that gets it played
Red Alert, he's on my radio
And I'm the man, blazin' in your auto

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

Before I blow up, my man you better up
'Cause I'm finished with you, you're gonna throw up
I get respect, I 'em, and then correct
You're out of order out of style like a 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 booty like a shotgun
I'm not frontin, or fakin, or to ya
I'm Kid Capri, so let be a lesson to ya

Punk, you my style
ever try to front Kid
'Cause you my style
On the down low, you my style

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

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

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

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

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