Luyện nghe bài hát Giant Size

* unedited The PJ's soundtrack is clean

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

[Superb of American Team]
I don't rock wit hoes, I puff
Your label ship gold, but copper sold
Perb got flows, and God knows
a bitch for two dimes, she got to cop those
Used to be a thug, now he cop clothes
Try to to the hood and we shot hoes

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

[Killa Sin of
These rap icons, spit fire out of cons
a bigon, rely on ion in my python
We off, long disc when we piss
Resort this, gun coverin wrist is blastphemist
Shotties say, "Fuck!", cursin my
damn well, I'm hurtin the same
What part of the game you
Kid, I'm sayin, yo, three ago you was on
You fallin short now, chasin a don, you're ain't loned
Faggot fuck, bag him, him in the back of my truck
him and smack him up for actin up
Be slitherin, hit him in the again
Broke the of honor that we livin in
Depleted the click, is never when
but that

Raekwon]
Aiyyo, it go again, same shit, just rep
Show me ya holdin kid, control ya rep when we
Worldwide, look live, collection cream by a land slide
Settin up to son, won the prize
up, why? Where it came from? Accord and the 5
Where the name 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, came hard as steel
Still we played the field like players witout
Broke the trends and the fans far beyond
Comin to America, now we places (uh-huh)
New faces in the hood, and racist (uh-huh)
>From all the squeezin, they callin the
We battle in ya PJ's or battle in the becon!

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

[Kingpin of Cream Team]
I lace my hookers with G-String, Liz
Don the King, hustlin, Don I mean
Exquisite, a radiant, chemist
American Cream Team, billion buck
boutiques, advantage, get move on
We too strong, the menace, to lose con
Yachts we on, money that's too long
Pull out a check book, coupon, purchase the

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