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 that makes ya bump
So we gon this motherfucker right on up
Well here's a toast to the boogie 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 everything is in motion
We coastin through the neighborhood and lookin
And all of my homies on lock down, or either
Man, I found the only way to put mine down is to dip, skip with 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, Pound, Death Row is the logo
I do it by my lonely cause I'm to the code
I die with the homies cause that's all I really know
Who started with me, who departed me
Through thick and we heartless-ass G's
Regardless, see with biphocles, don't try the loco's
And y'all why they despise my vocals
I fooled you like crystals, rap spittin like 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 little
And I don't trip to get a off my nigga's shoulder
Maaann, dreams of a gangsta, being like
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 that's the little homie,and I'm the big homie, Snoop Don
Spittin words up in lightnin
As long as I'm with this I know you likin this
Fo' sho tho, you take my photo
I'm layin or throwin up DPG in a 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 when I start to plot be a heart, too
And just the two of us, gonna you how we do,
I thought you we bust
I demolish, stay polished, got no time to
No dividing, cause it's never 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 ain't to drastics
I choose to mash Land Cruisers
You I izzit the bomb digga-dee, bomb-bazee
They can't get the D-O double G
You no o' me slash master
Runnin thangs, pullin strings call him pesci
Lessons, blessin', stressin' me
Don't wanna me, I'm guaranteed to let it rest, see?

x3

May I?