Luyện nghe bài hát May I

Now... who got the beat that makes ya
And who got the bump that makes ya
Well, I got the that makes ya bump
So we gon this motherfucker right on up
Well here's a toast to the boogie while I on in
So put your lighters in the air and let the kick in
I got the motion, the
and once Priest hit the groove everything is in
We coastin through the and lookin around
And all of my homies on down, or either underground
Man, I done found the only way to put mine down is to dip, skip with the homies from the Pound
Sup, Bow-Wow, how my feelin?
Oh, I'm on the mission to get a pocket full of millions
Sicilians, we do it mafioso
Doggy style, Dogg Pound, Death Row is the
I do it by my lonely cause I'm true to the
Plus I die with the homies cause that's all I really
Who started me, who departed with me
thick and thin we heartless-ass G's
Regardless, let's see with biphocles, don't try the
And y'all wonder why they despise my
I fooled you like crystals, rap spittin like do
When I dismiss you, me and my click,

May I (may... I), may I with you?
(repeat x4)

To be a rolla, you need a pistola
And about a half a key of some Coca
Now that I got older, I got a colder
And I don't trip to get a off my nigga's shoulder
Maaann, of a gangsta, being like Cagney
or Bogie, but Snoop
Ain't no follower, man, I'm a general, so when I put it I gots to be so orignal
I'm quick to bust, just Daz Dillinger
But that's the homie,and I'm the big homie, Snoop Don Corleone
Spittin three up in lightnin
As long as I'm bouncin with I know you likin this
Fo' sho tho, you take my photo
I'm layin or throwin up DPG in a fo'do
Get pushed around in the back of a car
The R from the dirt to the stars

Well in verse three, the see?
After part two, know I start to plot there be a heart, too
And the two of us, gonna show you how we do,
I you knew we bust
I demolish, stay polished, got no time to
No dividing, multiplying it's never too much, like Luthor
ya see ain't no loser
that can get the scoop on the Snoop-a
I abuse the tactics, you used to drastics
I choose to mash Land Cruisers
You I izzit the bomb digga-dee, bomb-bazee
can't get with the D-O double G
You no o' me slash master
Runnin thangs, strings call him Snoop pesci
Lessons, blessin', stressin' me
wanna test me, I'm guaranteed to let it rest, see?

x3

May I?