Luyện nghe bài hát May I - Lil Malik

Now... who got the beat that makes ya
And who got the bump that makes ya
Well, I got the funk that ya bump
So we gon funk this right on up
Well here's a toast to the boogie while I 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 the neighborhood and lookin around
And all of my homies on lock down, or either
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 money 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 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 y'all wonder why despise my vocals
I fooled you like crystals, rap spittin 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 a key of some Coca Cola
Now that I got older, I got a colder
And I don't trip to get a chip off my shoulder
Maaann, dreams of a gangsta, being like
or Bogie, but Snoop
no follower, man, I'm a general, so when I put it down I gots to be so orignal
I'm quick to bust, just like Daz
But that's the little homie,and I'm the big homie, Don Corleone
three words up in lightnin
As long as I'm with this I know you likin this
Fo' sho tho, you take my photo
I'm layin or throwin up DPG in a grey
Get pushed downtown in the back of a car
The Double R the dirt to the stars

Well in verse three, the see?
After part two, know I start to plot there be a heart, too
And the two of us, gonna show you how we do,
I thought you 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 scoop on the supa-dupa
I abuse the tactics, you ain't to drastics
I choose to like Land Cruisers
You know I the bomb digga-dee, bomb-bazee
They can't get with the D-O G
You no o' me slash master
Runnin thangs, pullin strings call him Snoop
Lessons, blessin', manifest me
Don't test me, I'm guaranteed to let it rest, see?

x3

May I?