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 flight
I you goin' and flowin', all day and night
So proceed with the sounds that you really need
The Kid is funky and my DJ got a lot of

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

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

Now my country 'tis of thee, let me tell you what it to me
I really it when them crowds scream for me
It gets me hyped, makes me wanna right
From tonight, all the way until night

You know the flavor, so now, do me a
Please to the sounds 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, with suckers, that tried to
I overlooked 'em but they wanted to persist
I had to blow up, and blow up on 'em large
'Cause chaos, and war, and

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

You couldn't diss me, no matter, how much you
You the record, but I'm the one that gets it played
Red Alert, he's blazin' on my
And I'm the man, that's in your auto

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

Before I blow up, my man you show up
once 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 mock

I'm gettin papers, while you suck now or
I wear a silk Guess denim and
So go chump, I'm not the one son
I grab the mic and wax that booty 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
Don't try to front Kid
'Cause you know my
On the down low, you know my

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

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

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

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

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