Luyện nghe bài hát Giant Size

* unedited lyrics; The soundtrack is clean

[Intro: Chip of American Cream Team]
What? Aiyyo, y'all wanna do a track wit us or some
We the billion dollar club.
What you got a thousand for us? The fuck's that?
Three and a hair cut or some shit?
Aiyyo, American 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
got flows, everybody and God knows
Fuck a bitch for two dimes, she got to cop
Used to be a thug, now he wear cop
Try to come to the and we shot hoes

Banks of American Cream Team]
I don't 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
Till the be like (Chill, kid)
That's word to Perrione, dem not know who they deal wit
Chef Banks, uh-huh, Banky
Got the whole world callin tryin to transtate me
Said New Jack City 2, Banky B. Nino, push a 2000

Sin of Killarmy]
These rap icons, spit fire out of cons
Fuck a bigon, on ion in my python
We squeeze off, disc when we piss
Resort this, gun coverin wrist is blastphemist
say, "Fuck!", cursin my name
Knowin damn well, I'm the same
part of the game you playin?
Kid, I'm sayin, yo, months 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
strip him and 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 never

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

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

I kick at the top of my lungs, drunk
Playin cards, young start wildin on with guns
doctor, old man jams with voice of Hoffa
Chill, shorty up at the opera (Battle in the becon!)
got the Kangaroo, rock the Kangaroo, boo
Start out white boys shoes, you wild
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, nigga Don I
Exquisite, a radiant, chemist
Cream 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 book, coupon, purchase the Yukon

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