Luyện nghe bài hát Giant Size

* unedited lyrics; The PJ's soundtrack is

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

[Superb of American Cream
I don't rock wit hoes, I puff
Your label ship gold, but only copper
got flows, everybody and God knows
Fuck a bitch for two dimes, she got to cop
to be a thug, now he wear cop clothes
Try to to the hood and we shot hoes

[Chip Banks of American Cream
I don't care who you got a wit or who you chill wit
Banky'll run up in your session and shut you down on real shit
Till the be like (Chill, kid)
That's word to Abola Perrione, dem not know who they wit
Banks, uh-huh, slash Banky
Got the whole world callin Flex tryin to 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, on ion in my python
We squeeze off, long disc when we
Resort this, gun powder coverin is blastphemist
say, "Fuck!", cursin my name
Knowin damn well, I'm the same
What of the game you playin?
Kid, I'm sayin, yo, months ago you was on
You fallin 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 again
the code of honor that we livin in
Depleted the click, is never when
but never

Raekwon]
Aiyyo, it go again, same shit, just rep
me ya holdin kid, control ya rep when we rollin
Worldwide, look live, collection cream by a land slide
Settin up to son, won the prize
up, why? Where it came 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 the ghetto, the land where everythin is real
Nights was tough, days came hard as
Still we played the field like players witout
Broke the trends and the fans far that
to America, now we tradin 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 vocals at the top of my lungs, drunk
Playin cards, young start wildin on dunns 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
cursin out white boys shoes, you wild
Thirstin Howl wit a start barkin at crowds
He actin like he got shark now

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

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