Luyện nghe bài hát Giant Size

* unedited lyrics; The soundtrack is clean

Chip Banks of American Cream Team]
What? Aiyyo, y'all 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 cut or some shit?
Aiyyo, American Team, baby.
hitters, New York City 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 Optimos
Your label 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 session and shut you down on some real
the Chef be like (Chill, kid)
That's to Abola Perrione, dem not know who they deal wit
Chef Banks, uh-huh, Banky
Got the whole callin Flex tryin to transtate me
Said New Jack City 2, Banky B. Nino, push a benz-ino

[Killa Sin of
These rap icons, mass spit fire out of
a bigon, rely on ion in my python
We squeeze off, long disc we piss
this, gun powder coverin wrist 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, three ago you was on
You fallin short now, a don, you're money ain't loned
Faggot fuck, bag him, stick him in the of my truck
strip him and him up for actin up
Be slitherin, hit him in the again
Broke the code of honor that we in
Depleted the whole click, is when
but that

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

[Polite of Cream Team]
Yo, we from the ghetto, the land everythin is real
was tough, days came hard as steel
Still we played the field players witout contracts
Broke the trends and the far beyond 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 battle in ya PJ's or in the becon!

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

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

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