Luyện nghe bài hát May I

Now... who got the that makes ya bump?
And who got the bump that ya thump?
Well, I got the funk that ya bump
So we gon funk this right on up
Well here's a to the boogie while I step on in
So put your 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 the neighborhood and lookin around
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 with the 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, Death Row is the
I do it by my lonely I'm true to the code
Plus I die with the homies cause that's all I know
Who started me, who departed with me
Through and thin we heartless-ass G's
Regardless, see with biphocles, don't try the loco's
And y'all wonder why they 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 funk with
(repeat x4)

To be a high rolla, you need a
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 chip off my 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 quick to bust, just Daz Dillinger
But that's the little homie,and I'm the big homie, Snoop Don
Spittin three words up in
As long as I'm bouncin with this I know you this
Fo' sho tho, you can't my photo
I'm or throwin up DPG in a grey fo'do
Get around downtown in the back of a car
The Double R from the to the stars

Well in verse three, the worst
After part two, know when I start to there be a heart, too
And just the two of us, show you how we do,
I you knew we bust
I demolish, stay polished, got no time to
No dividing, multiplying cause it's never too much, like
ya see ain't no loser
that can get the on the supa-dupa Snoop-a
I abuse the tactics, you used to drastics
I choose to mash like Cruisers
You know I izzit the bomb digga-dee,
They get with the D-O double G
You no o' me master ceremony
Runnin thangs, pullin strings call him pesci
Lessons, blessin', stressin' me
Don't wanna test me, I'm to let it rest, see?

x3

May I?