Luyện nghe bài hát Giant Size

* unedited lyrics; The soundtrack is clean

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

[Superb of American Cream
I don't wit hoes, I puff Optimos
Your label ship gold, but only 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 and we shot hoes

Banks of American Cream Team]
I don't care who you got a wit or who you chill wit
Banky'll run up in your and shut you down on some real shit
Till the Chef be (Chill, kid)
That's word to Abola Perrione, dem not know who deal wit
Banks, uh-huh, slash Banky
Got the whole 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 spit out of cons
a bigon, rely on ion in my python
We squeeze off, long disc when we
Resort this, gun powder 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, months ago you was on
You fallin short now, chasin a don, you're money ain't
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 never

Raekwon]
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, Where it came from? Accord and the 5
Where the from? Read the Rob, yo
Yo, we handglide, slang lye
Chill, ya better recognize, it's cut out for big shit, Giant Size

[Polite of Cream Team]
Yo, we the ghetto, the land where everythin is real
Nights was tough, came hard as steel
Still we played the field like players witout
Broke the trends and the fans far beyond
to America, now we tradin places (uh-huh)
New faces in the hood, and they (uh-huh)
>From all the squeezin, they the precinct
We could in ya PJ's 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 with voice of
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 growl barkin at crowds
He actin like he got shark now

of American Cream Team]
I my hookers with G-String, Liz Clairborne
Don the King, hustlin, nigga Don I
Exquisite, a radiant, chemist
American Cream Team, billion spenders
boutiques, advantage, get move on
We too strong, the menace, to lose con
Yachts we cruise on, 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)