Luyện nghe bài hát May I - Lil Malik

Now... who got the beat that ya bump?
And who got the bump makes ya thump?
Well, I got the funk 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 lighters in the air and let the smoke in
I got the motion, the
and once hit the groove everything is in motion
We coastin through the neighborhood and lookin
And all of my on lock down, or either underground
Man, I done found the only way to put down is to dip, skip with the homies from the Dogg Pound
Sup, Bow-Wow, how my feelin?
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 cause I'm true to the
Plus I die with the homies cause that's all I really
Who started with me, who with me
Through thick and thin we G's
Regardless, let's see with biphocles, try the loco's
And y'all wonder why despise my vocals
I fooled you like crystals, rap spittin like do
When I you, me and my click, fool

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 I got older, I got a little colder
And I trip to get a chip off my nigga's shoulder
Maaann, of a gangsta, being like Cagney
or Bogie, but Doggy
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 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 my photo
I'm or throwin up DPG in a grey fo'do
Get pushed downtown in the back of a car
The Double R the dirt to the stars

Well in verse three, the worst
After part two, know 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 no loser
can get the scoop on the supa-dupa Snoop-a
I abuse the tactics, you used to drastics
I choose to mash like Cruisers
You I izzit the bomb digga-dee, bomb-bazee
They can't get with the D-O G
You no o' me slash master
Runnin thangs, pullin call him Snoop pesci
Lessons, blessin', stressin' me
Don't test me, I'm guaranteed to let it rest, see?

x3

May I?