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 funk makes ya bump
So we gon this motherfucker right on up
Well here's a toast to the while I step on in
So put your in the air and let the smoke kick in
I got the motion, the
and once Priest hit the groove everything is in
We coastin the neighborhood and lookin around
And all of my homies on lock down, or underground
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 feelin?
Oh, I'm on the money mission to get a pocket full of
Like Sicilians, we do it
style, Dogg Pound, Death Row is the logo
I do it by my lonely cause I'm true to the
Plus I die with the homies cause all I really know
Who started with me, who with me
Through thick and thin we G's
Regardless, let's see with biphocles, don't try the
And y'all wonder why despise my vocals
I you like crystals, rap spittin like clips do
When I you, me and my click, fool

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

To be a high rolla, you a pistola
And about a half a key of some 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, like Daz Dillinger
But the little homie,and I'm the big homie, Snoop Don Corleone
Spittin words up in lightnin
As long as I'm bouncin this I know you likin this
Fo' sho tho, you can't take my
I'm layin or up DPG in a grey fo'do
Get pushed downtown in the back of a car
The R from the dirt to the stars

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

x3

May I?