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 funk makes ya bump
So we gon funk this motherfucker on up
Well here's a to the boogie while I step 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 around
And all of my homies on down, or either underground
Man, I done found the way to put mine down 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 full of millions
Sicilians, we do it mafioso
Doggy style, Pound, Death Row is the logo
I do it by my lonely I'm true to the code
I die with the homies cause that's all I really know
Who started with me, who departed me
Through thick and thin we G's
Regardless, see with biphocles, don't try the loco's
And y'all why they despise my vocals
I fooled you like crystals, rap spittin like do
When I dismiss you, me and my click,

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

To be a rolla, you need a pistola
And about a a key of some Coca Cola
Now that I got older, I got a little
And I don't trip to get a chip off my nigga's
Maaann, of a gangsta, being like 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 to bust, just like Daz Dillinger
But that's the homie,and I'm the big homie, Snoop Don Corleone
Spittin words up in lightnin
As long as I'm bouncin this I know you likin this
Fo' sho tho, you can't take my
I'm layin or up DPG in a grey fo'do
Get pushed around downtown in the of a car
The Double R from the to the stars

Well in verse three, the see?
After part two, know when I start to there be a heart, too
And the two of us, gonna show you how we do,
I you knew we bust
I demolish, polished, got no time to rust
No dividing, multiplying cause it's too much, like Luthor
Cause ya see ain't no
that can get the scoop on the supa-dupa
I the tactics, you ain't 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 master ceremony
Runnin thangs, pullin strings call him pesci
Lessons, blessin', manifest me
Don't test me, I'm guaranteed to let it rest, see?

x3

May I?