Luyện nghe bài hát May I

Now... who got the beat that makes ya
And who got the that makes ya thump?
Well, I got the that makes ya bump
So we gon funk motherfucker right on up
here's a toast to the boogie while I step on in
So put lighters in the air and let the smoke kick in
I got the motion, the
and Priest hit the groove everything is in motion
We coastin through the and lookin around
And all of my homies on lock down, or either
Man, I done the only way to put mine down is to dip, skip with the homies from the Dogg Pound
Sup, Bow-Wow, how my feelin?
Oh, I'm on the money to get a pocket full of millions
Sicilians, we do it mafioso
Doggy style, Pound, Death Row is the logo
I do it by my cause I'm true to the code
Plus I die with the homies cause all I really know
Who started with me, who departed me
Through and thin we heartless-ass G's
Regardless, let's see with biphocles, try the loco's
And y'all wonder why they despise my
I you like crystals, rap spittin like clips do
When I you, me and my click, fool

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

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

Well in three, the worst see?
After part two, when I start to plot there be a heart, too
And just the two of us, 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
ya see ain't no loser
that can get the scoop on the Snoop-a
I abuse the tactics, you ain't used to
I choose to mash like Land
You I izzit the bomb digga-dee, bomb-bazee
They get with the D-O double G
You no o' me slash ceremony
Runnin thangs, pullin strings him Snoop pesci
Lessons, blessin', stressin' me
Don't wanna test me, I'm guaranteed to let it rest,

x3

May I?