Luyện nghe bài hát Giant Size

* unedited The PJ's soundtrack is clean

Chip Banks of American Cream Team]
What? Aiyyo, y'all do a track wit us or some shit?
We the billion dollar club.
What you got a hundred thousand for us? The that?
Three rings and a cut or some shit?
Aiyyo, American Team, baby.
hitters, New York City Giants.
Gamble for plots and 4 better for and things of that nature.
Pop off.

[Superb of Cream Team]
I don't wit hoes, I puff Optimos
label ship gold, but only copper sold
Perb got flows, and God knows
Fuck a bitch for two dimes, she got to cop
to be a thug, now he wear cop clothes
Try to come to the and we shot hoes

[Chip Banks of American Cream
I don't care who you got a deal wit or who you wit
Banky'll run up in your session and shut you on some real shit
the Chef be like (Chill, kid)
That's word to Abola Perrione, dem not who they deal wit
Banks, uh-huh, slash Banky
Got the whole world callin tryin to transtate me
Said New Jack City 2, B. Nino, push a 2000 benz-ino

Sin of Killarmy]
These rap icons, spit fire out of cons
a bigon, rely on ion in my python
We squeeze off, disc when we piss
Resort this, gun powder coverin wrist is
Shotties say, "Fuck!", cursin my
damn well, I'm hurtin the same
What part of the you playin?
Kid, I'm sayin, yo, months ago you was on
You fallin short now, a don, you're money ain't loned
Faggot fuck, bag him, him in the back of my truck
strip him and him up for actin up
Be slitherin, hit him in the rips
Broke the code of honor that we in
Depleted the whole click, is never
but never

[Chorus:
Aiyyo, it go again, same shit, just rep
Show me ya holdin kid, ya rep when we rollin
Worldwide, niggaz look live, cream by a land slide
Settin up to son, won the grand
Stand up, why? Where it came Accord and the 5
Where the name from? the Rob, yo
Yo, while we handglide, lye
Chill, ya recognize, 'cause it's cut out for big shit, Giant Size

[Polite of American Cream
Yo, we from the ghetto, the land where everythin is
Nights was tough, days came as steel
Still we played the field like witout contracts
Broke the trends and the far beyond that
Comin to America, now we places (uh-huh)
New in the hood, and they racist (uh-huh)
all the squeezin, they callin the precinct
We could battle in ya or battle in the becon!

I vocals at the top of my lungs, drunk
cards, young start wildin on dunns with guns
Remmy doctor, old man jams with of Hoffa
Chill, shorty up at the opera (Battle in the becon!)
Uncle got the Kangaroo, the Kangaroo, boo
Start cursin out white shoes, you wild
Thirstin Howl wit a start barkin at crowds
He like he got shark skin now

[Kingpin of Cream Team]
I lace my hookers G-String, Liz Clairborne
Don the King, hustlin, nigga Don I
Exquisite, a radiant, brilliant
Cream Team, billion buck spenders
Strip boutiques, advantage, get on
We too strong, the menace, to lose con
Yachts we cruise on, money that's too
out a check book, coupon, purchase the Yukon

[Outro:
It's never been a game, stop playin, playin (repeat to fade)