Luyện nghe bài hát May I - Lil Malik

Now... who got the that makes ya bump?
And who got the bump that makes ya
Well, I got the funk that makes ya
So we gon funk motherfucker right on up
Well here's a toast to the boogie I step on in
So put your in the air and let the smoke kick in
I got the motion, the
and once Priest hit the everything is in motion
We coastin through the neighborhood and lookin
And all of my on lock down, or either underground
Man, I found 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 pocket full of
Sicilians, we do it mafioso
Doggy style, Dogg Pound, Row is the logo
I do it by my lonely cause I'm to the code
Plus I die with the homies cause that's all I really
Who with me, who departed with me
Through thick and thin we G's
Regardless, let's see biphocles, don't try the loco's
And y'all wonder why despise my vocals
I fooled you like crystals, rap like clips do
When I 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 a half a key of some Coca Cola
Now I got older, I got a little colder
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 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, Snoop Don
Spittin three words up in
As long as I'm bouncin with this I you likin this
Fo' sho tho, you can't my photo
I'm layin or 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
part 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 knew we
I demolish, stay polished, got no time to
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 abuse the tactics, you used to drastics
I choose to like Land Cruisers
You I izzit the bomb digga-dee, bomb-bazee
They can't get the D-O double G
You no o' me master ceremony
Runnin thangs, pullin strings call him pesci
Lessons, blessin', stressin' me
wanna test me, I'm guaranteed to let it rest, see?

x3

May I?