Luyện nghe bài hát May I - Lil Malik

Now... who got the that makes ya bump?
And who got the bump makes ya thump?
Well, I got the funk that ya bump
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 found the only way to put down is to dip, skip with the homies from the Dogg Pound
Sup, Bow-Wow, how my nigga
Oh, I'm on the mission to get a pocket full 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 with the homies cause all I really know
Who started me, who departed with me
thick and thin we heartless-ass G's
Regardless, let's see with biphocles, try the loco's
And y'all wonder why they 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 I got older, I got a little colder
And I don't trip to get a off my nigga's shoulder
Maaann, dreams of a gangsta, being like
or Bogie, but Snoop
Ain't no follower, man, I'm a general, so when I put it I gots to be so orignal
I'm quick to bust, 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 bouncin with I know you likin this
Fo' sho tho, you take my photo
I'm or throwin up DPG in a grey fo'do
Get around downtown in the back of a car
The Double R from the to the stars

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

x3

May I?