Luyện nghe bài hát Giant Size

* unedited The PJ's soundtrack is clean

[Intro: Chip of American Cream Team]
What? Aiyyo, wanna do a track wit us or some shit?
We the dollar boys club.
What you got a thousand for us? The fuck's that?
Three rings and a cut or some shit?
Aiyyo, Cream Team, baby.
Heavy hitters, New York Giants.
Gamble for plots and 4 better for spots and of that nature.
Pop off.

[Superb of Cream Team]
I rock wit hoes, I puff Optimos
Your label ship gold, but only 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 hood and we hoes

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

Sin of Killarmy]
These rap icons, spit fire out of cons
Fuck a bigon, rely on ion in my
We squeeze off, disc when we piss
this, gun powder coverin wrist is blastphemist
Shotties say, "Fuck!", my name
Knowin damn well, I'm the same
What of the game you playin?
Kid, I'm sayin, yo, three ago you was on
You short now, chasin a don, you're money ain't loned
Faggot fuck, bag him, stick him in the of my truck
him and smack him up for actin up
Be slitherin, hit him in the again
the code of honor that we livin in
Depleted the whole click, is never
but that

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

[Polite of American Team]
Yo, we from the ghetto, the land everythin is real
Nights was tough, days came as steel
we played the field like players witout contracts
Broke the trends and the fans far beyond
to America, now we tradin places (uh-huh)
New faces in the hood, and racist (uh-huh)
>From all the squeezin, they the precinct
We could battle in ya or battle in the becon!

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

[Kingpin of American Team]
I my hookers with G-String, Liz Clairborne
Don the King, hustlin, nigga Don I
Exquisite, a radiant, brilliant
American Cream Team, billion spenders
Strip boutiques, advantage, get on
We too strong, the menace, nothin to con
Yachts we cruise on, money too long
Pull out a check book, coupon, purchase the

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