Luyện nghe bài hát May I - Lil Malik

Now... who got the beat that makes ya
And who got the bump makes ya thump?
Well, I got the funk makes ya bump
So we gon funk motherfucker right on up
Well here's a toast to the boogie while I 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 everything is in
We through the neighborhood and lookin around
And all of my homies on down, or either 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 mission to get a pocket of millions
Sicilians, we do it mafioso
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 that's all I know
Who with me, who departed with me
thick and thin we heartless-ass G's
Regardless, let's see with biphocles, try the loco's
And y'all why they despise 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 funk 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 off my nigga's shoulder
Maaann, dreams of a gangsta, like Cagney
or Bogie, but Doggy
Ain't no follower, man, I'm a general, so when I put it I gots to be so orignal
I'm quick to bust, like Daz Dillinger
But that's the little homie,and I'm the big homie, Don Corleone
Spittin three up in lightnin
As long as I'm bouncin with this I know you 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 see?
part two, know when I start to plot there be a heart, too
And just the two of us, show you how we do,
I thought you we bust
I demolish, polished, got no time to rust
No dividing, multiplying cause it's never too much, Luthor
Cause ya see ain't no
that can get the scoop on the supa-dupa
I abuse the tactics, you ain't to drastics
I choose to like Land Cruisers
You know I the bomb digga-dee, bomb-bazee
They can't get with the D-O G
You no o' me slash ceremony
Runnin thangs, pullin strings call him pesci
Lessons, blessin', manifest me
Don't wanna test me, I'm guaranteed to let it rest,

x3

May I?