Luyện nghe bài hát Giant Size

* unedited lyrics; The PJ's is clean

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

of American Cream Team]
I rock wit hoes, I puff Optimos
Your label ship gold, but copper sold
Perb got flows, and God knows
Fuck a for two dimes, she got to cop those
Used to be a thug, now he cop clothes
Try to come to the hood and we shot

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

Sin of Killarmy]
These rap icons, mass spit fire out of
Fuck a bigon, rely on ion in my
We squeeze off, long disc when we
Resort this, gun powder wrist is blastphemist
say, "Fuck!", cursin my name
Knowin well, I'm hurtin the same
part of the game 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, him in the back of my truck
strip him and him up for actin up
Be slitherin, hit him in the rips
Broke the code of that we livin in
Depleted the click, is never when
but that

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

of American Cream Team]
Yo, we the ghetto, the land where everythin is real
Nights was tough, days hard as steel
we played the field like players witout contracts
Broke the trends and the fans far that
Comin to America, now we tradin (uh-huh)
New faces in the hood, and they (uh-huh)
all the squeezin, they callin the precinct
We could in ya PJ's or battle in the becon!

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

[Kingpin of Cream Team]
I lace my hookers G-String, Liz Clairborne
Don the King, hustlin, Don I mean
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 that's too
Pull out a check book, coupon, the Yukon

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