Luyện nghe bài hát Giant Size

* unedited lyrics; The PJ's soundtrack is

[Intro: Chip Banks of Cream Team]
What? Aiyyo, y'all do a track wit us or some shit?
We the billion dollar club.
What you got a thousand for us? The fuck's that?
Three rings and a hair cut or some
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 wit hoes, I puff Optimos
Your label ship gold, but copper sold
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 come to the hood and we shot

[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 down on real shit
the Chef be like (Chill, kid)
That's word to Perrione, dem not know who they deal wit
Banks, uh-huh, slash Banky
Got the world callin Flex tryin to transtate me
New Jack City 2, Banky B. Nino, push a 2000 benz-ino

[Killa Sin of
These rap icons, mass fire out of cons
a bigon, rely on ion in my python
We off, long disc when we piss
this, gun powder coverin wrist is blastphemist
Shotties say, "Fuck!", my name
Knowin damn well, I'm hurtin the
What part of the game you
Kid, I'm sayin, yo, months 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 rips
Broke the code of that we livin in
Depleted the whole click, is never
but never

[Chorus:
Aiyyo, it go again, same shit, just rep
Show me ya holdin kid, ya rep when we rollin
Worldwide, look live, collection cream by a land slide
Settin up to son, won the grand
Stand up, why? Where it from? Accord and the 5
Where the 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 Cream Team]
Yo, we from the ghetto, the land where is real
Nights was tough, days came as steel
Still we played the field like players contracts
the trends and the fans far beyond that
Comin to America, now we tradin (uh-huh)
New in the hood, and they racist (uh-huh)
all the squeezin, they callin the precinct
We battle in ya PJ's or battle in the becon!

I kick vocals at the top of my lungs,
Playin cards, start wildin on dunns with guns
Remmy doctor, old man jams voice of Hoffa
Chill, shorty 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 Cream Team]
I my hookers with G-String, Liz Clairborne
Don the King, hustlin, nigga Don I
Exquisite, a radiant, brilliant
American Cream Team, billion buck
boutiques, advantage, get move on
We too strong, the menace, nothin to con
Yachts we on, money that's too long
Pull out a check book, coupon, purchase the

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