Luyện nghe bài hát May I - Lil Malik

Now... who got the beat makes ya bump?
And who got the bump makes ya thump?
Well, I got the funk that makes ya
So we gon funk this right on up
Well a toast to the boogie while I step on in
So put your in the air and let the smoke kick in
I got the motion, the
and once Priest hit the everything is in motion
We coastin through the and lookin around
And all of my homies on lock down, or 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 feelin?
Oh, I'm on the money to get a pocket full of millions
Sicilians, we do it mafioso
Doggy style, Dogg Pound, Death Row is the
I do it by my lonely cause I'm true to the
Plus I die with the homies cause that's all I really
Who with me, who departed 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 despise my
I fooled you like crystals, rap like clips do
I dismiss 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 about a half a key of some Coca
Now that I got older, I got a colder
And I don't 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 to bust, just 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 with this I know you likin
Fo' sho tho, you take my photo
I'm or throwin up DPG in a grey fo'do
Get pushed around downtown in the of a car
The R from the dirt to the stars

Well in three, the worst see?
After part two, know I start to plot there be a heart, too
And just the two of us, gonna you how we do,
I thought you knew we
I demolish, polished, got no time to rust
No dividing, multiplying cause it's too much, like Luthor
Cause ya see no loser
that can get the on the supa-dupa Snoop-a
I abuse the tactics, you ain't to drastics
I choose to mash Land Cruisers
You I izzit the bomb digga-dee, bomb-bazee
They can't get with the D-O G
You no o' me slash master
Runnin thangs, pullin strings him Snoop pesci
Lessons, blessin', manifest me
Don't test me, I'm guaranteed to let it rest, see?

x3

May I?