Luyện nghe bài hát May I - Lil Malik

Now... who got the beat that makes ya
And who got the bump that makes ya
Well, I got the funk makes ya bump
So we gon funk this motherfucker 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 Priest hit the everything is in motion
We through the neighborhood and lookin around
And all of my homies on down, or either underground
Man, I done found the only way to put mine down is to dip, skip with the from the Dogg Pound
Sup, Bow-Wow, how my feelin?
Oh, I'm on the mission to get a pocket full of millions
Sicilians, we do it mafioso
Doggy style, Dogg Pound, Death Row is the
I do it by my lonely I'm true to the code
Plus I die with the homies that's all I really know
Who started me, who departed with me
Through thick and thin we G's
Regardless, let's see with biphocles, try the loco's
And wonder why they despise my vocals
I fooled you crystals, rap spittin 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 that I got older, I got a little
And I don't trip to get a chip off my nigga's
Maaann, of a gangsta, being like Cagney
or Bogie, but Snoop
Ain't no follower, man, I'm a general, so when I put it down I gots to be so
I'm quick to bust, just like Daz
But the little homie,and I'm the big homie, Snoop Don Corleone
Spittin words 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 layin or throwin up DPG in a grey
Get pushed around in the back of a car
The Double R from the dirt to the

Well in three, the worst see?
After 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 we bust
I demolish, stay polished, got no to rust
No dividing, multiplying cause it's 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 used to drastics
I choose to mash like Cruisers
You I izzit the bomb digga-dee, bomb-bazee
They get with the D-O double G
You no o' me master ceremony
Runnin thangs, pullin strings call him pesci
Lessons, blessin', stressin' me
Don't test me, I'm guaranteed to let it rest, see?

x3

May I?