Luyện nghe bài hát Give it to Ya

The joy of children
These are the

12 like this Little 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 floor me
I wanna it to ya, baby
I wanna with you
So get on the with me
I wanna it to ya, baby

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

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

But yo, what happens when the world is loving you
Groupies pills with ill plans of fucking you
A high price for fame non-refundable
All in the hopes of one day coming out with a U

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

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 give it to ya, baby

I got the rocks still heating up the spot
P.R. and L.B. got shit for blocks
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
Everybody made jams 93' and
'Illmatic' first on the trip to the store
Lost my mind but I it was
That we had to toward forward

On we move now, my is the roof
Putting the pen to the pad it's time to spread news
digesting some more wack shit
Mother-fuckers better to the script
We you back Jay

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

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

King cobra crew
Ill Capitan, never roll a foot
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 rock hard just like the told us
That fake shit I could show you
We ought to keep it and authentic

In they trying to walk wit it
L.B. put the street in it
right now till 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 with you
So get on the floor me
I give it to ya, baby
I rock with 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 wanna give it to ya,