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 wit us or some shit?
We the billion dollar club.
What you got a hundred thousand for us? The fuck's
Three rings and a hair cut or some
Aiyyo, Cream Team, baby.
Heavy hitters, New City Giants.
Gamble for plots and 4 better for and things of that nature.
Pop off.

of American Cream Team]
I rock wit hoes, I puff Optimos
label ship gold, but only copper sold
Perb got flows, and God knows
Fuck a for two dimes, she got to cop those
Used to be a thug, now he cop clothes
Try to come to the and we shot hoes

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

[Killa Sin of
These rap icons, mass spit out of cons
Fuck a bigon, on ion in my python
We squeeze off, long disc we piss
Resort this, gun powder wrist is blastphemist
Shotties say, "Fuck!", my name
Knowin damn well, I'm hurtin the
What of the game you playin?
Kid, I'm sayin, yo, three ago you was on
You fallin short now, chasin a don, you're money loned
Faggot fuck, bag him, stick him in the of my truck
strip him and him up for actin up
Be slitherin, hit him in the rips
Broke the of honor that we livin in
Depleted the whole click, is when
but never

[Chorus:
Aiyyo, there it go again, 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
Stand up, why? Where it came Accord and the 5
the name from? Read the Rob, yo
Yo, while we handglide, lye
Chill, ya better recognize, 'cause it's cut out for big shit, Giant

of American Cream Team]
Yo, we from the ghetto, the land where is real
Nights was tough, came hard as steel
Still we played the field players witout contracts
Broke the and the fans far beyond that
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 in ya PJ's or battle in the becon!

I vocals at the top of my lungs, drunk
Playin cards, young wildin on dunns with guns
doctor, old man jams with voice of Hoffa
Chill, slap up at the opera (Battle in the becon!)
got the Kangaroo, rock the Kangaroo, boo
Start cursin out boys shoes, you wild
Thirstin Howl wit a growl start at crowds
He actin like he got shark now

[Kingpin of Cream Team]
I my hookers with 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, nothin to con
Yachts we on, money that's too long
Pull out a check book, coupon, the Yukon

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