Luyện nghe bài hát Giant Size

* unedited lyrics; The soundtrack is clean

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

[Superb of American Team]
I don't rock wit hoes, I 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 hoes

[Chip Banks of American 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 real shit
the Chef be like (Chill, kid)
That's word to Abola Perrione, dem not know who they wit
Chef Banks, uh-huh, Banky
Got the whole world callin Flex tryin to me
New Jack City 2, Banky B. Nino, push a 2000 benz-ino

[Killa Sin of
These rap icons, spit fire out of cons
a bigon, rely on ion in my python
We squeeze off, long when we piss
Resort this, gun powder 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 short now, chasin a don, you're money ain't loned
Faggot fuck, bag him, stick him in the back of my
strip him and smack him up for up
Be slitherin, hit him in the rips
Broke the code of that we livin in
Depleted the whole click, is when
but that

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

[Polite of American Team]
Yo, we from the ghetto, the land everythin is real
was tough, days came hard as steel
Still we played the like 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 callin the
We could battle in ya or battle in the becon!

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

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

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