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
Well here's a toast to the boogie while I on in
So put your lighters in the air and let the smoke in
I got the motion, the
and Priest hit the groove everything is in motion
We coastin through the neighborhood and lookin
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 the homies from the Dogg Pound
Sup, Bow-Wow, how my nigga
Oh, I'm on the money mission to get a pocket of millions
Like Sicilians, we do it
Doggy style, Dogg Pound, Row is the logo
I do it by my lonely cause I'm to the code
Plus I die with the homies cause all I really know
Who with me, who departed with me
thick and thin we heartless-ass G's
Regardless, let's see biphocles, don't try the loco's
And y'all wonder why they my vocals
I fooled you like crystals, rap spittin like do
I dismiss you, me and my click, fool

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 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 Snoop
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 words up in lightnin
As long as I'm bouncin with this I know you this
Fo' sho tho, you take my photo
I'm layin or throwin up DPG in a fo'do
Get around downtown in the back of a car
The R from the dirt to the stars

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, gonna you how we do,
I you knew we bust
I demolish, stay polished, got no time to
No dividing, cause it's never too much, like Luthor
Cause ya see no loser
can get the scoop on the supa-dupa Snoop-a
I abuse the tactics, you ain't to drastics
I choose to mash like Land
You know I 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', manifest me
Don't wanna test me, I'm to let it rest, see?

x3

May I?