Luyện nghe bài hát May I

Now... who got the beat makes ya bump?
And who got the bump makes ya thump?
Well, I got the funk makes ya bump
So we gon this motherfucker right on up
Well here's a to the boogie while I step on in
So put your lighters in the air and let the smoke in
I got the motion, the
and once hit the groove everything is in motion
We coastin the neighborhood and lookin around
And all of my on lock down, or either underground
Man, I done found the only way to put mine down is to dip, 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
Like Sicilians, we do it
style, Dogg Pound, Death Row is the logo
I do it by my lonely I'm true to the code
Plus I die with the homies cause that's all I know
Who with me, who departed with me
thick and thin we heartless-ass G's
Regardless, let's see with biphocles, don't try the
And y'all why they despise my vocals
I fooled you like crystals, rap spittin clips do
I dismiss you, me and my click, fool

May I (may... I), may I with 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 little
And I trip to get a chip off my nigga's shoulder
Maaann, of a gangsta, being like Cagney
or Bogie, but Doggy
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, like Daz Dillinger
But that's the little homie,and I'm the big homie, Snoop Don
three words 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 throwin up DPG in a grey
Get around downtown in the back of a car
The Double R from the dirt to the

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

x3

May I?