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 makes ya bump
So we gon funk this 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 Priest hit the groove everything 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 down is to dip, skip the homies from the Dogg Pound
Sup, Bow-Wow, how my feelin?
Oh, I'm on the money mission to get a pocket of millions
Like Sicilians, we do it
style, Dogg Pound, Death Row is the logo
I do it by my cause I'm true to the code
Plus I die the homies cause that's all I really know
Who started me, who departed with me
Through thick and we heartless-ass G's
Regardless, let's see biphocles, don't try the loco's
And wonder why they despise my vocals
I fooled you like crystals, rap spittin like do
When I dismiss you, me and my click,

May I (may... I), may I with you?
(repeat x4)

To be a high rolla, you need a
And about a a key of some Coca Cola
Now that I got older, I got a colder
And I trip to get a chip 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 quick to bust, just 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 I know you likin this
Fo' sho tho, you take my photo
I'm layin or up DPG in a grey fo'do
Get pushed around in the back of a car
The Double R the dirt to the stars

Well in verse three, the worst
After part two, when I start to plot there be a heart, too
And just the two of us, show you how we do,
I thought you knew we
I demolish, stay polished, got no to rust
No dividing, multiplying it's never too much, like Luthor
Cause ya see ain't no
can get the scoop on the supa-dupa Snoop-a
I abuse the tactics, you ain't to drastics
I to mash 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 slash 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?