Luyện nghe bài hát You Like My Style

(Intro)
Yeah, oh my God, yo Nate you must've been some
Pow and for this one, Crisis, Harlem's back tell the whole World Harlem's back, bom bom bom now knocks '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 y'all dudes is wack, all you rap about
Is your gun, when the truth is you don't even fuckin'
Own one, know what I mean son? Let me that, your
Punk ass probably never even seen one, I'm a nigga in
sense of it, I rap about real life I don't pretend 'cause it, So I named the album Beautiful Mind, gave niggas eighty
Minutes a beautiful rhymes, to finish I'm still on the grind, I ain't even in my Goddamn prime, I'm gettin' closer just give
Me some time, won't be long before the whole 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 just rooooll Up, I know you like my style, you haven't heard it like this in a While, I'm about to hip hop back, there's nothin' you
Could do bloooow up.

(Verse 2)
sound the same 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 I'm a regular man, I ain't like these
Otha rappers lyin' to fans, I never sold crack, never
Cooked a gram, I never did a bid, never killed man,
The first to admit that shit, I'm tryna be me y'all try to be 50 Cent, I can't 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, turnin' hip hop into sublation, history repeats it Self, do the math, before we head to the future let's look at the Past.

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Ay yo, hip hop is now in a of crisis, and I'm not the only
One that feels like this, too many gimmics and
Stunts, but y'all not given the people really want, oh shit
My album's about to drop, but I won't sell 'cause I
Never got shot, man fuck it I'ma give 'em all I got, and
That raw hip hop, I know you like my style like I said in
The hook, you heard it like this 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 ever after, let's turn the
Page to the faker chapter, perpetratin' a fraud that's what'cha After, they deserve they all actors.

(Chorus)

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