Luyện nghe bài hát May I

Now... who got the beat makes ya bump?
And who got the bump that ya thump?
Well, I got the funk makes ya bump
So we gon funk this motherfucker on up
Well here's a toast to the boogie while I 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 through the neighborhood 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 the Dogg Pound
Sup, Bow-Wow, how my nigga
Oh, I'm on the money mission to get a full of millions
Like Sicilians, we do it
Doggy style, Dogg Pound, Row is the logo
I do it by my lonely cause I'm true to the
Plus I die 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 like crystals, rap like clips do
When I dismiss you, me and my click,

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

To be a high rolla, you a pistola
And about a a key of some Coca Cola
Now I got older, I got a little colder
And I don't trip to get a chip off my shoulder
Maaann, of a gangsta, being like Cagney
or Bogie, but Snoop
Ain't no follower, man, I'm a general, so when I put it down I to be so orignal
I'm quick to bust, just like Daz
But the little homie,and I'm the big homie, Snoop Don Corleone
Spittin three words up in
As long as I'm bouncin this I know you likin this
Fo' sho tho, you can't take my
I'm layin or throwin up DPG in a grey
Get pushed around in the back of a car
The R from the dirt to the stars

Well in three, the worst see?
After part two, know when I to plot there be a heart, too
And just the two of us, show you how we do,
I thought you we bust
I demolish, stay polished, got no to rust
No dividing, cause it's never too much, like Luthor
Cause ya see no loser
that can get the scoop on the supa-dupa
I abuse the tactics, you ain't used to
I choose to mash Land Cruisers
You know I izzit the digga-dee, bomb-bazee
They can't get the D-O double G
You no o' me slash ceremony
Runnin thangs, pullin strings call him Snoop
Lessons, blessin', manifest me
Don't test me, I'm guaranteed to let it rest, see?

x3

May I?