Luyện nghe bài hát May I

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

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

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

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

x3

May I?