Luyện nghe bài hát May I

Now... who got the beat that makes ya
And who got the bump that makes ya
Well, I got the that makes ya bump
So we gon this motherfucker right on up
Well a toast 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 Priest hit the groove is in motion
We coastin 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 pocket full of
Sicilians, we do it mafioso
Doggy style, Pound, Death Row is the logo
I do it by my lonely I'm true to the code
I die with the homies cause that's all I really know
Who started with me, who departed me
thick and thin we heartless-ass G's
Regardless, let's see with biphocles, try the loco's
And y'all why they despise my vocals
I fooled you crystals, rap spittin like clips do
When I dismiss you, me and my click,

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

To be a high rolla, you a pistola
And about a half a key of some Coca
Now that I got older, I got a little
And I don't trip to get a chip off my shoulder
Maaann, dreams of a gangsta, like Cagney
or Bogie, but Snoop
no follower, man, I'm a general, so when I put it down I gots to be so orignal
I'm to bust, just like Daz Dillinger
But that's the little homie,and I'm the big homie, Snoop Don
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 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 see?
After part two, when I start 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 time to
No dividing, multiplying cause it's too much, like Luthor
Cause ya see no loser
that can get the scoop on the Snoop-a
I abuse the tactics, you ain't 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 wanna me, I'm guaranteed to let it rest, see?

x3

May I?