Luyện nghe bài hát Giant Size

* lyrics; The PJ's soundtrack is clean

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

of American Cream Team]
I don't wit hoes, I puff Optimos
label ship gold, but only copper sold
Perb got flows, everybody and God
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 American Team]
I don't care who you got a deal wit or who you wit
Banky'll run up in your 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
Banks, uh-huh, slash Banky
Got the whole world callin Flex to transtate me
Said New Jack City 2, Banky B. Nino, push a 2000

Sin of Killarmy]
These rap icons, mass fire out of cons
Fuck a bigon, rely on ion in my
We off, long disc when we piss
this, gun powder coverin wrist is blastphemist
Shotties say, "Fuck!", cursin my
Knowin damn well, I'm hurtin the
What of the game you playin?
Kid, I'm sayin, yo, months ago you was on
You fallin short now, chasin a don, 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 again
Broke the 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 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, why? Where it came from? and the 5
Where the name from? the Rob, yo
Yo, while we handglide, lye
Chill, ya better recognize, 'cause it's cut out for big shit, Size

[Polite of American Cream
Yo, we from the ghetto, the land where everythin is
was tough, days came hard as steel
Still we played the field players witout contracts
the trends and the fans far beyond that
Comin to America, now we places (uh-huh)
New in the hood, and they racist (uh-huh)
>From all the squeezin, they the precinct
We battle 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 with voice of Hoffa
Chill, shorty up at the opera (Battle in the becon!)
Uncle got the Kangaroo, the Kangaroo, boo
Start cursin out white shoes, you wild
Thirstin Howl wit a growl start barkin at
He actin like he got shark now

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

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