Luyện nghe bài hát May I - Lil Malik

Now... who got the beat makes ya bump?
And who got the bump that ya thump?
Well, I got the funk that ya bump
So we gon funk motherfucker right on up
Well a toast to the boogie while I step 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 nigga
Oh, I'm on the money mission to get a pocket of millions
Like Sicilians, we do it
Doggy style, Pound, Death Row is the logo
I do it by my lonely cause I'm to the code
Plus I die the homies cause that's all I really know
Who started me, who departed with me
Through thick and we heartless-ass G's
Regardless, let's see with biphocles, try the loco's
And y'all wonder why they my vocals
I fooled you like crystals, rap like clips do
When I dismiss you, me and my click,

May I (may... I), may I funk with
(repeat x4)

To be a high rolla, you need a
And about a half a key of some 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, like 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, just like Daz
But that's the little homie,and I'm the big homie, Snoop Don
Spittin words up in lightnin
As long as I'm bouncin with this I you likin this
Fo' sho tho, you can't my photo
I'm layin or up DPG in a grey fo'do
Get pushed around in the back of a car
The R from the dirt to the stars

Well in verse three, the worst
After two, know 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, stay polished, got no time to
No dividing, multiplying cause it's too much, like Luthor
ya see ain't no loser
that can get the scoop on the supa-dupa
I the tactics, you ain't used to drastics
I to mash like Land Cruisers
You know I izzit the digga-dee, bomb-bazee
can't get with the D-O double G
You no o' me master ceremony
Runnin thangs, strings call him Snoop pesci
Lessons, blessin', stressin' me
Don't test me, I'm guaranteed to let it rest, see?

x3

May I?