Luyện nghe bài hát You Like My Style

(Intro)
Yeah, oh my God, yo Nate you must've been smokin'
Pow and shit for this one, Crisis, Harlem's back tell the whole World Harlem's back, bom bom bom now 'em out,
Yeah, it out.

(Verse 1)
It's the return of the bom back, who's that? Crisis son I'm back Wit' a sick ass track, combine the old wit' the new y'all can't do That, for the simple track dudes is wack, all you rap about
Is bustin' gun, when the truth is you don't even fuckin'
Own one, what I mean son? Let me rephrase that, your
Punk ass probably never even one, I'm a real nigga in
Every sense of it, I rap real life I don't pretend 'cause it, So I named the album Beautiful Mind, gave niggas eighty
Minutes a beautiful rhymes, start to finish I'm on the grind, I ain't even in my Goddamn prime, I'm gettin' closer just give
Me some time, be long before the whole city is mine.

(Chorus)
I know you like my style, you haven't heard like this in a while, Sit back and realax yo' self and if you got to bump rooooll Up, I know you like my style, you haven't heard it like this in a While, I'm about to bring hip hop back, there's nothin' you
Could do bloooow up.

(Verse 2)
Everybody sound the so I try to be different, and add a
Little bit a content to my lyrics, you know thug niggas
Don't wanna hear it, if it don't sound gangsta it's just not Appealin', but fuck that I'm a regular man, I ain't like
Otha rappers lyin' to fans, I never sold crack, never
a gram, I never did a bid, never killed another man,
The first rapper to admit that shit, I'm tryna be me y'all try to be 50 Cent, I lie know how to dish some dirt, but that don't
I gotta put it all up in my verse, use your brain, be
Creative, y'all turnin' hip hop into sublation, history repeats it Self, do the math, before we head to the future look at the Past.

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Ay yo, hip hop is now in a state of crisis, and I'm not the
One that feels like this, too many and publicity
Stunts, but y'all not given what the really want, oh shit
My about to drop, but I probably won't sell 'cause I
Never got shot, man it I'ma give 'em all I got, and that's
That raw hip hop, I know you like my style like I said in
The hook, you haven't heard it like in a while, I'm the anti Typical rapper, I'm the franchise typical rapper, I'ma shit on
You bastards, that's the end happily ever after, turn the
Page to the faker chapter, perpetratin' a fraud what'cha After, they deserve Oscars they all actors.

(Chorus)

(Outro)
Yeah, it's Crisis man, y'all got a problem man, the is in
A state of crisis right now, you Uhhh, stack crack
Music, Harlem's back, tell the whole Harlem's back.