Luyện nghe bài hát Giant Size

* unedited lyrics; The soundtrack is clean

Chip Banks of American Cream Team]
What? Aiyyo, y'all wanna do a wit us or some shit?
We the billion 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 York Giants.
Gamble for plots and 4 better for spots and things of nature.
Pop off.

of American Cream Team]
I don't rock wit hoes, I puff
Your label gold, but only 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 cop clothes
Try to come to the hood and we hoes

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

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

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

[Polite of American Cream
Yo, we from the ghetto, the land everythin is real
Nights was tough, days hard as steel
Still we the field like players witout contracts
Broke the trends and the far beyond that
Comin to America, now we places (uh-huh)
New in the hood, and they racist (uh-huh)
all the squeezin, they callin the precinct
We could 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
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 cursin out white shoes, you wild
Thirstin Howl wit a growl start at crowds
He actin like he got skin now

[Kingpin of American Cream
I my hookers with G-String, Liz Clairborne
Don the King, hustlin, nigga Don I
Exquisite, a radiant, brilliant
American Cream Team, billion 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, the Yukon

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