Luyện nghe bài hát Giant Size

* unedited lyrics; The PJ's soundtrack is

[Intro: Chip of American Cream Team]
What? Aiyyo, y'all wanna do a track wit us or shit?
We the billion dollar club.
What you got a hundred thousand for us? The that?
Three rings and a cut or some 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 Team]
I don't rock wit hoes, I puff
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 come to the hood and we hoes

[Chip Banks of American Cream
I care who you got a deal wit or who you chill wit
Banky'll run up in your session and shut you on some real shit
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 world callin tryin to transtate me
Said New Jack City 2, Banky B. Nino, push a benz-ino

Sin of Killarmy]
These rap icons, spit fire out of cons
Fuck a bigon, on ion in my python
We squeeze off, disc when we piss
Resort this, gun powder wrist is blastphemist
say, "Fuck!", cursin my name
Knowin damn well, I'm hurtin the
part of the game you playin?
Kid, I'm sayin, yo, three ago you was on
You fallin short now, chasin a don, you're money 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 that we livin in
Depleted the whole click, is never
but never

[Chorus:
Aiyyo, there it go again, shit, just 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 came Accord and the 5
Where the from? Read the Rob, yo
Yo, we handglide, slang lye
Chill, ya better recognize, 'cause cut out for big shit, Giant Size

of American Cream Team]
Yo, we from the ghetto, the land where is real
Nights was tough, days hard as steel
Still we the field like players witout contracts
Broke the 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 could battle in ya or battle 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, 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 barkin at crowds
He like he got shark skin now

[Kingpin of American Cream
I lace my hookers with G-String, Liz
Don the King, hustlin, nigga Don I
Exquisite, a radiant, brilliant
American Cream Team, buck spenders
Strip boutiques, advantage, get on
We too strong, the menace, to lose con
Yachts we cruise on, money too long
out a check book, coupon, purchase the Yukon

[Outro:
It's been a game, stop playin, stop playin (repeat to fade)