Luyện nghe bài hát May I

Now... who got the beat that ya bump?
And who got the bump makes ya thump?
Well, I got the that makes ya bump
So we gon funk motherfucker right on up
here's a toast 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 once Priest hit the groove is in motion
We through the neighborhood and lookin around
And all of my on lock down, or either underground
Man, I done found the only way to put mine down is to dip, skip with the homies from the Dogg
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 cause I'm true to the
Plus I die with the homies cause that's all I really
Who with me, who departed with me
Through thick and we heartless-ass G's
Regardless, let's see with biphocles, don't try the
And y'all wonder why they despise my
I fooled you like crystals, rap spittin clips do
When I dismiss you, me and my click,

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

To be a rolla, you need a pistola
And a half a key of some Coca Cola
Now I got older, I got a little colder
And I don't trip to get a chip off my shoulder
Maaann, dreams of a gangsta, being like
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 homie,and I'm the big homie, Snoop Don Corleone
Spittin words up in lightnin
As long as I'm bouncin with this I know you likin
Fo' sho tho, you take 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 dirt to the

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

x3

May I?