Luyện nghe bài hát You Know My Style

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

Give me the mic, Lords of Funk is in full
I keep you and flowin', all day and night
So let's 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 cause we're showin' 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 Capri is super dope, I just shout it
The Lords of Funk will rock a party for a
Now I can tell you that, but you my style
You my style

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

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

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

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

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 blazin' on my
And I'm the man, blazin' in your auto

I go cameo, you think that you use a super
You get sprayed and played a afro
So go Hobbes, I make fingers pop
And you never, get what the Kid Capri got

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

I'm papers, while you suck now or laters
I wear a Guess denim and alligators
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
Don't ever try to Kid
'Cause you my style
On the down low, you know my

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

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

Knahmsayin, Shell, Dapper 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 flavor, knahmsayin?
Everybody this for the do
Puttin' flavor where it's to be
The Kid Capri is outta here like year

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