Luyện nghe bài hát May I

Now... who got the that makes ya bump?
And who got the that makes ya thump?
Well, I got the funk that makes ya
So we gon this 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 is in motion
We coastin through the neighborhood and lookin
And all of my homies on lock down, or underground
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 nigga
Oh, I'm on the money to get a pocket full of millions
Like Sicilians, we do it
style, Dogg Pound, Death Row is the logo
I do it by my lonely I'm true to the code
I die with the homies cause that's all I really know
Who with me, who departed with me
Through thick and thin we 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 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 about a a key of some Coca Cola
Now I got older, I got a little colder
And I don't trip to get a off my nigga's shoulder
Maaann, dreams of a gangsta, being Cagney
or Bogie, but Doggy
no follower, man, I'm a general, so when I put it down I gots to be so orignal
I'm quick to bust, just like Daz
But that's the little homie,and I'm the big homie, Snoop Don
three words 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 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 to plot there be a heart, too
And just the two of us, gonna you how we do,
I thought you 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 ain't to drastics
I choose to like Land Cruisers
You know I izzit the digga-dee, bomb-bazee
They can't get with the D-O G
You no o' me master ceremony
Runnin thangs, strings call him Snoop pesci
Lessons, blessin', stressin' me
Don't wanna me, I'm guaranteed to let it rest, see?

x3

May I?