Luyện nghe bài hát May I

Now... who got the beat makes ya bump?
And who got the bump that makes ya
Well, I got the funk that makes ya
So we gon funk this motherfucker on up
here's a toast to the boogie while I step on in
So put lighters in the air and let the smoke kick in
I got the motion, the
and once Priest hit the groove is in motion
We coastin through the neighborhood and around
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 money mission to get a 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
Plus I die 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 biphocles, don't try the loco's
And wonder 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 a half a key of some Coca Cola
Now I got older, I got a little colder
And I don't to get a chip off my nigga's shoulder
Maaann, dreams of a gangsta, like Cagney
or Bogie, but Doggy
no follower, man, I'm a general, so when I put it down I gots to be so orignal
I'm quick to bust, like Daz Dillinger
But that's the homie,and I'm the big homie, Snoop 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 see?
After part two, know when I 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 it's never too much, like Luthor
ya see ain't no loser
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 get with the D-O double G
You no o' me master ceremony
thangs, pullin strings call him Snoop pesci
Lessons, blessin', stressin' me
Don't wanna test me, I'm to let it rest, see?

x3

May I?