Luyện nghe bài hát Giant Size

* unedited lyrics; The soundtrack is clean

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

of American Cream Team]
I don't wit hoes, I puff Optimos
Your ship gold, but only copper sold
Perb got flows, and God knows
Fuck a bitch for two dimes, she got to cop
Used to be a thug, now he wear cop
Try to come to the hood and we hoes

Banks of American Cream 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 some 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 to transtate me
Said New Jack City 2, B. Nino, push a 2000 benz-ino

[Killa Sin of
These rap icons, mass fire out of cons
Fuck a bigon, rely on ion in my
We squeeze off, long when we piss
this, gun powder coverin wrist is blastphemist
Shotties say, "Fuck!", my name
Knowin well, I'm hurtin the same
What part of the game you
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 smack him up for up
Be slitherin, hit him in the again
Broke the code of that we livin in
Depleted the click, is never when
but never

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

[Polite of American Cream
Yo, we from the ghetto, the land where everythin is
Nights was tough, days came hard as
we played the field like players witout contracts
Broke the trends and the fans far that
Comin to America, now we places (uh-huh)
New faces in the hood, and they (uh-huh)
>From all the squeezin, callin the precinct
We could battle in ya or battle in the becon!

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

of American Cream Team]
I lace my hookers G-String, Liz Clairborne
Don the King, hustlin, Don I mean
Exquisite, a radiant, brilliant
American Cream Team, buck spenders
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)