Luyện nghe bài hát Give it to Ya

The joy of laughing
These are the

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

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

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

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

But yo, that's what when the world is loving you
Groupies skipping with ill plans of fucking you
A price for fame that's non-refundable
All in the of one day coming out with a double U

I know it sound crazy,
Even it's hard sometimes I still got to stay in the mix
It's Pete Rock on the snare and laying the kicks
And on the real I wouldn't it for shit
get it up right now, come on

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

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

We bought 94 when the music was pure
Everybody jams 93' and before
'Illmatic' first on the trip to the store
Lost my mind but I it was
we had to work toward forward

On we now, my life is the roof
Putting the pen to the pad when it's time to spread
Daily digesting some wack shit
Mother-fuckers stick to the script
We need you Jay

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

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

King cobra crew
Ill Capitan, never a foot solider
We over, you pushovers
Lil' pussies to douche over

Mass and Gills, Scott hare will em' gush over
Pussy and poetry, two things that's for ya
We hard just like the hood told us
That fake shit I never could you
We to keep it true and authentic

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

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

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