Luyện nghe bài hát Giant Size

* unedited lyrics; The PJ's is clean

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

[Superb of American Team]
I don't rock wit hoes, I Optimos
Your label ship gold, but only sold
Perb got flows, everybody and God
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 hoes

[Chip Banks of American Team]
I don't care who you got a wit or who you chill wit
Banky'll run up in your session and you down on some real shit
Till the Chef be (Chill, kid)
That's word to Perrione, dem not know who they deal wit
Chef Banks, uh-huh, Banky
Got the whole world 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
Fuck a bigon, rely on ion in my
We squeeze off, long disc when we
Resort this, gun coverin wrist is blastphemist
say, "Fuck!", cursin 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 now, chasin a don, you're money ain't loned
fuck, bag him, stick him in the back of my truck
strip him and smack him up for up
Be slitherin, hit him in the again
Broke the code of honor that we in
the whole click, is never when
but never

[Chorus:
Aiyyo, there it go again, same shit, rep
Show me ya kid, control ya rep when we rollin
Worldwide, niggaz look live, collection cream by a land
up to son, won the grand prize
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 the ghetto, the land where everythin is real
was tough, days came hard as steel
Still we played the field like players witout
Broke the trends and the fans far beyond
Comin to America, now we tradin (uh-huh)
New in the hood, and they racist (uh-huh)
>From all the squeezin, they the precinct
We battle in ya PJ's or battle in the becon!

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

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

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