Luyện nghe bài hát Give it to Ya

The joy of children
are the makings

12 it's this Little Brother, Pete Rock
Another sure shot, banger
'Soul Survivor, II' for me and you, let's get it

I wanna with you
So get on the with me
I give it to ya, baby
I wanna with you
So get on the with me
I wanna it to ya, baby

Yo, of ceremony, controlled territory
It's Tay, the mad journalist always trying to write a story
And laying tracks it's better for me
Calm but predatory, sun niggaz even the weathers stormy

My crew is to do whatever for me
Got my back like when I'm handling mine
Find it hard, though to manage my
Between the and rhymes, without severing my family ties

But yo, that's what happens when the is loving you
Groupies skipping pills with ill plans of you
A high price for fame that's
All in the hopes of one day coming out a double U

I it sound crazy, right?
Even though it's sometimes I still got to stay in the mix
It's Pete on the snare drums and laying the kicks
And on the real I wouldn't trade it for
Let's get it up right now, on

I wanna with you
So get on the with me
I give it to ya, baby
I wanna rock you
So get on the floor me
I wanna give it to ya,

I got the magna rocks heating up the spot
P.R. and L.B. got that shit for
Hip hop when we walk, hip hop when we
You can hear it our and see the New York

We back 94 when the music was pure
Everybody made 93' and before
Hearing 'Illmatic' first on the trip to the
Lost my mind but I it was
That we had to work forward

On we move now, my is the roof
Putting the pen to the pad when it's to spread news
Daily digesting more wack shit
better stick to the script
We need you Jay

Y'all dudes know now we not for
You want it funky, around my way
(For Real)
You can choose to rock or to roll
I Pete 'cause he got the soul
Yeah, let's get it going

I wanna rock you
So get on the floor me
I give it to ya, baby
I wanna rock you
So get on the with me
I give it to ya, baby

King cobra crew
Ill Capitan, roll a foot solider
We over, you pushovers
Lil' pussies need to douche

Mass and Gills, Scott will make em' gush over
Pussy and poetry, two that's good for ya
We rock just like the hood told us
fake shit I never could show you
We ought to keep it true and

In they trying to walk wit it
L.B. put the talk in it
From right now till the day that we it
Just making that y'all get it in time to put my heart in it
Little Brother all gimmicks, like what

I rock with you
So get on the floor me
I wanna give it to ya,
I rock with you
So get on the floor me
I wanna it to ya, baby

I wanna with you
So get on the floor me
I wanna give it to ya,
I wanna rock you
So get on the floor me
I wanna it to ya, baby