Luyện nghe bài hát May I

Now... who got the beat makes ya bump?
And who got the that makes ya thump?
Well, I got the funk makes ya bump
So we gon funk motherfucker right on up
Well here's a 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 Priest hit the groove everything is in motion
We coastin through the neighborhood and lookin
And all of my homies on lock down, or either
Man, I done 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
Sicilians, we do it mafioso
Doggy style, Dogg Pound, Death Row is the
I do it by my lonely cause I'm to the code
Plus I die with the cause that's all I really know
Who started me, who departed with me
Through 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 like crystals, rap spittin 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 about a half a key of some Coca
Now that I got older, I got a colder
And I don't trip to get a off my nigga's shoulder
Maaann, dreams of a gangsta, being like
or Bogie, but Doggy
Ain't no follower, man, I'm a general, so when I put it down I gots to be so
I'm to bust, just like Daz Dillinger
But the little homie,and I'm the big homie, Snoop Don Corleone
Spittin three up in lightnin
As long as I'm bouncin with 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 around downtown in the of a car
The Double R from the dirt to the

Well in verse three, the worst
After 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 knew we
I demolish, stay polished, got no time to
No dividing, multiplying cause it's never too much, Luthor
ya see ain't no loser
that can get the on the supa-dupa Snoop-a
I abuse the tactics, you ain't used to
I choose to like Land Cruisers
You know I izzit the bomb digga-dee,
They can't get the D-O double G
You no o' me slash master
Runnin thangs, pullin strings call him Snoop
Lessons, blessin', stressin' me
Don't wanna test me, I'm to let it rest, see?

x3

May I?