Luyện nghe bài hát May I - Lil Malik

Now... who got the that makes ya bump?
And who got the that makes ya thump?
Well, I got the that makes ya bump
So we gon this motherfucker right on up
Well a toast to the boogie while I step on in
So put your lighters in the air and let the kick in
I got the motion, the
and once Priest hit the groove is in motion
We coastin through the and lookin around
And all of my homies on lock down, or 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 full of
Like Sicilians, we do it
Doggy style, Dogg Pound, Death Row is the
I do it by my cause I'm true to the code
Plus I die with the homies cause 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 y'all wonder why they despise my
I fooled you like crystals, rap spittin like do
When I you, me and my click, fool

May I (may... I), may I funk with
(repeat x4)

To be a rolla, you need a pistola
And about a half a key of some Cola
Now that I got older, I got a little
And I don't trip to get a off my nigga's shoulder
Maaann, dreams of a gangsta, being Cagney
or Bogie, but Doggy
Ain't no follower, man, I'm a general, so when I put it down I 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 this I know you likin
Fo' sho tho, you take my photo
I'm layin or up DPG in a grey fo'do
Get pushed around downtown in the of a car
The R from the dirt to the stars

Well in verse three, the see?
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 we bust
I demolish, stay polished, got no time to
No dividing, multiplying cause never too much, like Luthor
Cause ya see 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 Land Cruisers
You know I the bomb digga-dee, bomb-bazee
They get with the D-O double G
You no o' me master 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?