Luyện nghe bài hát Giant Size

* unedited The PJ's soundtrack is clean

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

[Superb of American Cream
I don't wit hoes, I puff Optimos
Your label ship gold, but only copper
got flows, everybody and God knows
Fuck a for two dimes, she got to cop those
Used to be a thug, now he wear cop
Try to come to the hood and we shot

[Chip Banks of American 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 some real
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 tryin to transtate me
Said New Jack City 2, Banky B. Nino, a 2000 benz-ino

Sin of Killarmy]
These rap icons, mass spit out of cons
Fuck a bigon, on ion in my python
We off, long disc when we piss
Resort this, gun powder coverin wrist is
say, "Fuck!", cursin my name
Knowin damn well, I'm hurtin the
What part of the game you
Kid, I'm sayin, yo, three ago you was on
You fallin short now, chasin a don, money ain't loned
Faggot fuck, bag him, stick him in the of my truck
strip him and smack him up for up
Be slitherin, hit him in the again
Broke the code of honor that we in
Depleted the whole click, is never
but that

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

[Polite of American Cream
Yo, we from the ghetto, the where everythin is real
Nights was tough, days came as steel
we played the field like players witout contracts
Broke the and the fans far beyond that
Comin to America, now we tradin (uh-huh)
New faces in the hood, and they (uh-huh)
>From all the squeezin, they callin the
We could battle in ya 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, slap shorty up at the (Battle in the becon!)
got the Kangaroo, rock the Kangaroo, boo
Start cursin out white boys shoes, you
Thirstin Howl wit a start barkin at crowds
He actin like he got skin now

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

[Outro:
It's been a game, stop playin, stop playin (repeat to fade)