Luyện nghe bài hát May I - Lil Malik

Now... who got the beat makes ya bump?
And who got the bump that ya thump?
Well, I got the funk that makes ya
So we gon this motherfucker right on up
Well here's a 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 everything is in
We coastin through the neighborhood and 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 feelin?
Oh, I'm on the money mission to get a 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 to the code
Plus I die with the homies that's all I really know
Who started with me, who with me
Through thick and 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 like 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 a pistola
And a half a key of some Coca 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 when I put it down I to be so orignal
I'm quick to bust, like Daz Dillinger
But that's the homie,and I'm the big homie, Snoop Don Corleone
three words up in lightnin
As long as I'm bouncin with this I know you likin
Fo' sho tho, you can't take my
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 see?
After two, know when I start to plot there be a heart, too
And just the two of us, show you how we do,
I you knew we bust
I demolish, stay polished, got no time to
No dividing, multiplying cause it's too much, like Luthor
ya see ain't no loser
that can get the scoop on the Snoop-a
I abuse the tactics, you ain't used to
I choose to like Land Cruisers
You know I the bomb digga-dee, bomb-bazee
They get with the D-O double G
You no o' me slash ceremony
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?