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 ya bump
So we gon funk motherfucker right on up
here's a toast to the boogie while I step on in
So put lighters in the air and let the smoke kick in
I got the motion, the
and once Priest hit the groove is in motion
We through the neighborhood and lookin around
And all of my on lock down, or either underground
Man, I done found the only way to put mine 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 I'm true to the code
Plus I die the homies cause that's all I really know
Who started with me, who departed me
Through thick and thin we G's
Regardless, let's see biphocles, don't try the loco's
And y'all wonder why they despise my
I fooled you like crystals, rap like clips 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 a pistola
And about a half a key of some Coca
Now that I got older, I got a colder
And I don't trip to get a off my nigga's shoulder
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 to bust, just like Daz Dillinger
But the little homie,and I'm the big homie, Snoop Don Corleone
Spittin three words up in
As long as I'm with this I know you likin this
Fo' sho tho, you can't my photo
I'm or throwin up DPG in a grey fo'do
Get around downtown in the back of a car
The R from the dirt to the stars

Well in verse three, the worst
After part two, know when I 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, stay polished, got no to rust
No dividing, multiplying cause it's never too much, like
ya see ain't no loser
that can get the on the supa-dupa Snoop-a
I the tactics, you ain't used to drastics
I choose to mash like Cruisers
You know I izzit the bomb digga-dee,
can't get with the D-O double G
You no o' me master ceremony
Runnin thangs, strings call him Snoop pesci
Lessons, blessin', manifest me
Don't wanna test me, I'm to let it rest, see?

x3

May I?