Luyện nghe bài hát Giant Size

* unedited lyrics; The PJ's soundtrack is

[Intro: Chip Banks of Cream Team]
What? Aiyyo, wanna do a track wit us or some shit?
We the dollar boys club.
What you got a hundred thousand for us? The that?
Three rings and a hair cut or some
Aiyyo, American Team, baby.
hitters, New York City Giants.
Gamble for plots and 4 for spots 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
Perb got flows, and God knows
Fuck a for two dimes, she got to cop those
Used to be a thug, now he wear cop
Try to to the hood and we shot hoes

[Chip Banks of 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 Abola Perrione, dem not who they deal wit
Chef Banks, uh-huh, slash
Got the whole world callin tryin to transtate me
Said New City 2, Banky B. Nino, push a 2000 benz-ino

[Killa Sin of
rap icons, mass spit fire out of cons
Fuck a bigon, rely on ion in my
We off, long disc when we piss
Resort this, gun powder coverin wrist is
say, "Fuck!", cursin my name
Knowin damn well, I'm the same
What part of the you playin?
Kid, I'm sayin, yo, three ago you was on
You fallin short now, a don, you're money ain't loned
Faggot fuck, bag him, stick him in the back of my
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 that

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

of American Cream Team]
Yo, we from the ghetto, the land where is real
was tough, days came hard as steel
Still we played the field like players witout
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 in ya PJ's or battle in the becon!

I kick vocals at the top of my lungs,
Playin cards, start wildin on dunns with guns
Remmy doctor, old man 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 start barkin at crowds
He actin he got shark skin now

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

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