Luyện nghe bài hát May I - Lil Malik

Now... who got the beat that makes ya
And who got the bump that ya thump?
Well, I got the funk that makes ya
So we gon funk this right on up
Well here's a toast to the boogie I step on in
So put your lighters in the air and let the smoke 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 lock down, or either
Man, I done found the 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
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
Plus I die with the homies cause that's all I know
Who started with me, who 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 despise my vocals
I fooled you like crystals, rap spittin clips do
When I dismiss you, me and my click,

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

To be a high rolla, you need a
And about a a key of some Coca Cola
Now that I got older, I got a little
And I don't to get a chip off my nigga's shoulder
Maaann, dreams of a gangsta, being Cagney
or Bogie, but Snoop
Ain't no follower, man, I'm a general, so 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, Don Corleone
three words up in lightnin
As long as I'm bouncin with this I you likin this
Fo' sho tho, you take my photo
I'm layin or up DPG in a grey fo'do
Get pushed around in the back of a car
The Double R from the dirt to the

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

x3

May I?