Luyện nghe bài hát May I

Now... who got the that makes ya bump?
And who got the that makes 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 while I on in
So put lighters in the air and let the smoke kick in
I got the motion, the
and Priest hit the groove everything is in motion
We through the neighborhood and lookin around
And all of my homies on lock down, or underground
Man, I done found the only way to put down is to dip, skip with the homies from 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, Death Row is the
I do it by my lonely I'm true to the code
Plus I die with the cause that's all I really know
Who with me, who departed with me
Through and thin we heartless-ass G's
Regardless, see with biphocles, don't try the loco's
And y'all wonder why despise my vocals
I fooled you like crystals, rap spittin like do
When I you, me and my click, fool

May I (may... I), may I funk with
(repeat x4)

To be a high rolla, you need a
And about a a key of some Coca Cola
Now that I got older, I got a colder
And I don't trip to get a 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 I gots to be so orignal
I'm quick to bust, just like Daz
But that's the little homie,and I'm the big homie, Don Corleone
three 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 or throwin up DPG in a grey fo'do
Get pushed around in the back of a car
The R from 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 the two of us, gonna show you how we do,
I thought you we bust
I demolish, stay polished, got no time to
No dividing, multiplying it's never too much, like Luthor
Cause ya see no loser
that can get the scoop on the Snoop-a
I the tactics, you ain't used to drastics
I to mash like Land Cruisers
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, strings call him Snoop pesci
Lessons, blessin', manifest me
Don't wanna me, I'm guaranteed to let it rest, see?

x3

May I?