Luyện nghe bài hát Giant Size

* lyrics; The PJ's soundtrack is clean

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

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

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

[Killa Sin of
These rap icons, 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 is blastphemist
Shotties say, "Fuck!", my name
Knowin damn well, I'm the same
What part of the 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, stick him in the back of my
him and smack him up for actin up
Be slitherin, hit him in the rips
Broke the code of honor that we in
Depleted the click, is never when
but that

[Chorus:
Aiyyo, there it go again, same shit, rep
Show me ya holdin kid, ya rep when we rollin
Worldwide, niggaz live, collection cream by a land slide
Settin up to son, won the grand
Stand up, why? Where it from? 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

[Polite of American Team]
Yo, we from the ghetto, the land where everythin is
Nights was tough, came hard as steel
Still we played the field like players contracts
Broke the trends and the far beyond that
Comin to America, now we tradin (uh-huh)
New in the hood, and they racist (uh-huh)
>From all the squeezin, they callin the
We could battle in ya PJ's or in the becon!

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

[Kingpin of American Cream
I lace my with G-String, Liz Clairborne
Don the King, hustlin, Don I mean
Exquisite, a radiant, chemist
American Cream Team, billion spenders
Strip boutiques, advantage, get on
We too strong, the menace, to lose con
we cruise on, money that's too long
Pull out a check book, coupon, purchase the

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