Luyện nghe bài hát Giant Size

* unedited lyrics; The PJ's is clean

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

of American Cream Team]
I rock wit hoes, I puff Optimos
Your label ship gold, but only sold
Perb got flows, and God knows
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 Team]
I don't who you got a deal 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)
word to Abola Perrione, dem not know who they deal wit
Chef Banks, uh-huh, slash
Got the whole world callin Flex to transtate me
Said New Jack City 2, Banky B. Nino, a 2000 benz-ino

Sin of Killarmy]
These rap icons, spit fire out of cons
a bigon, rely on ion in my python
We squeeze off, long disc we piss
Resort this, gun powder coverin is blastphemist
Shotties say, "Fuck!", cursin my
Knowin damn well, I'm the same
What part of the game you
Kid, I'm sayin, yo, three 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 rips
Broke the of honor that we livin in
Depleted the whole click, is never
but never

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

of American Cream Team]
Yo, we from the ghetto, the where everythin is real
Nights was tough, days came as steel
Still we the field like players witout contracts
Broke the trends and the fans far beyond
Comin to America, now we places (uh-huh)
New faces in the hood, and racist (uh-huh)
all the squeezin, they callin the precinct
We could in ya PJ's or battle in the becon!

I vocals at the top of my lungs, drunk
Playin cards, young start wildin on dunns with
Remmy doctor, old man jams with of Hoffa
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 wit a growl start barkin at crowds
He actin like he got skin now

of American Cream Team]
I lace my hookers 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 on, money that's too long
Pull out a book, coupon, purchase the Yukon

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