Luyện nghe bài hát Giant Size

* unedited lyrics; The PJ's is clean

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

of American Cream Team]
I rock wit hoes, I puff Optimos
Your label gold, but only copper sold
Perb got flows, and God knows
a bitch for two dimes, she got to cop those
Used to be a thug, now he cop clothes
Try to come to the hood and we shot

[Chip of American Cream Team]
I don't care who you got a deal wit or who you wit
Banky'll run up in your session and shut you down on some real
Till the be like (Chill, kid)
That's word to Perrione, dem not know who they deal wit
Chef Banks, uh-huh, slash
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
a bigon, rely on ion in my python
We off, long disc when we piss
Resort this, gun powder coverin is blastphemist
Shotties say, "Fuck!", my name
damn well, I'm hurtin the same
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 ain't
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 we livin in
Depleted the whole click, is never
but that

Raekwon]
Aiyyo, it go again, same shit, just rep
Show me ya holdin kid, control ya rep when we
Worldwide, niggaz look live, collection cream by a slide
Settin up to son, won the grand
Stand up, why? Where it came Accord and the 5
Where the name 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 where everythin is real
Nights was tough, days came as steel
Still we played the field players witout contracts
Broke the and the fans far beyond that
Comin to America, now we tradin (uh-huh)
New faces in the hood, and racist (uh-huh)
>From all the squeezin, they callin the
We could battle in ya or battle in the becon!

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

[Kingpin of Cream Team]
I my hookers with G-String, Liz Clairborne
Don the King, hustlin, Don I mean
Exquisite, a radiant, chemist
American Cream Team, billion spenders
Strip boutiques, advantage, get 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:
It's never been a game, playin, stop playin (repeat to fade)