Luyện nghe bài hát May I - Lil Malik

Now... who got the beat that makes ya
And who got the bump that ya thump?
Well, I got the funk that ya bump
So we gon this 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 is in motion
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 the homies from the Dogg Pound
Sup, Bow-Wow, how my nigga
Oh, I'm on the mission to get a pocket full of millions
Sicilians, we do it mafioso
Doggy style, Dogg Pound, Row is the logo
I do it by my lonely cause I'm true to the
I die with the homies cause that's all I really know
Who started with me, who with me
Through thick and thin we G's
Regardless, see with biphocles, don't try the loco's
And y'all wonder why they my vocals
I fooled you crystals, rap spittin like clips do
I dismiss you, me and my click, fool

May I (may... I), may I funk with
(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 to get a chip off my nigga's shoulder
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 quick to bust, just Daz Dillinger
But that's the little homie,and I'm the big homie, Don Corleone
Spittin three up in lightnin
As as I'm bouncin with 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 pushed around downtown in the of a car
The Double R the dirt to the stars

Well in verse three, the worst
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, polished, got no time to rust
No dividing, multiplying cause it's never too much, like
Cause ya see ain't no
that can get the scoop on the supa-dupa
I abuse the tactics, you ain't to drastics
I choose to mash like Land
You I izzit the bomb digga-dee, bomb-bazee
They can't get with the D-O G
You no o' me master ceremony
Runnin thangs, pullin strings him Snoop pesci
Lessons, blessin', manifest me
Don't wanna test me, I'm guaranteed to let it rest,

x3

May I?