Luyện nghe bài hát Give it to Ya

The joy of laughing
These are the

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

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

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

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

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

I know it sound crazy,
though it's hard 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 it for shit
Let's get it up now, come on

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

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

We bought back 94 when the music was
made jams 93' and before
Hearing 'Illmatic' on the trip to the store
Lost my but I knew it was
we had to work toward forward

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

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

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 it to ya, baby

King cobra crew
Ill Capitan, never roll a solider
We push over, you
pussies need to douche over

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

In they trying to walk wit it
L.B. put the street in it
From now till the day that we forfeit it
Just making sure that y'all get it in to put my heart in it
Brother crushing 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 with me
I give it to ya, baby

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