Luyện nghe bài hát May I

Now... who got the beat that ya bump?
And who got the that makes ya thump?
Well, I got the funk that ya bump
So we gon funk 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 everything is in
We through the neighborhood and lookin around
And all of my homies on lock down, or either
Man, I done found the only way to put mine down is to dip, skip the homies from 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, Dogg Pound, Row is the logo
I do it by my lonely I'm true to the code
Plus I die with the homies cause all I really know
Who started with me, who with me
Through thick and we heartless-ass G's
Regardless, let's see biphocles, don't try the loco's
And y'all why they despise my vocals
I fooled you like crystals, rap like clips do
I dismiss you, me and my click, fool

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

To be a rolla, you need a pistola
And a half a key of some Coca 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, like Cagney
or Bogie, but Doggy
Ain't no follower, man, I'm a general, so when I put it down I 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
Spittin three up in lightnin
As long as I'm bouncin with this I know you likin
Fo' sho tho, you can't take my
I'm layin or throwin up DPG in a fo'do
Get around downtown in the back of a car
The Double R from the dirt to the

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

x3

May I?