Luyện nghe bài hát Giant Size

* unedited lyrics; The soundtrack is clean

[Intro: Banks 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 hair cut or some
Aiyyo, American Team, baby.
Heavy hitters, New City Giants.
for plots and 4 better for spots and things of that nature.
Pop off.

[Superb of American Team]
I don't wit hoes, I puff Optimos
Your label ship gold, but only copper
got flows, everybody 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 your session and you down on some real shit
Till the Chef be (Chill, kid)
That's word to Abola Perrione, dem not who they deal wit
Banks, uh-huh, slash Banky
Got the whole world callin Flex to transtate me
Said New City 2, Banky B. Nino, push a 2000 benz-ino

Sin of Killarmy]
These rap icons, spit fire out of cons
Fuck a bigon, on ion in my python
We squeeze off, long when we piss
Resort this, gun coverin wrist is blastphemist
say, "Fuck!", cursin my name
Knowin damn well, I'm 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
fuck, bag him, stick him in the back of my truck
strip him and smack him up for up
Be slitherin, hit him in the again
Broke the of honor that we livin in
the whole click, is never when
but never

Raekwon]
Aiyyo, there it go again, same shit, rep
Show me ya holdin kid, ya rep when we rollin
Worldwide, niggaz look live, collection cream by a slide
Settin up to son, won the grand
up, why? Where it came from? Accord and the 5
Where the from? Read the Rob, yo
Yo, while we handglide, lye
Chill, ya better recognize, 'cause cut out for big shit, Giant Size

of American Cream Team]
Yo, we the ghetto, the land where everythin is real
Nights was tough, days hard as steel
Still we played the field like players contracts
Broke the trends and the far beyond that
to America, now we tradin places (uh-huh)
New faces in the hood, and they (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 wildin on dunns with
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 growl barkin at crowds
He actin like he got shark now

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

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