Luyện nghe bài hát Giant Size

* unedited The PJ's soundtrack is clean

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

[Superb of American Cream
I don't rock wit hoes, I Optimos
Your ship 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 who you got a deal 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 Abola Perrione, dem not know who deal wit
Banks, uh-huh, slash Banky
Got the whole world callin Flex tryin to me
Said New Jack City 2, B. Nino, push a 2000 benz-ino

Sin of Killarmy]
These rap icons, spit fire out of cons
Fuck a bigon, on ion in my python
We squeeze off, long when we piss
Resort this, gun powder coverin wrist is
Shotties say, "Fuck!", cursin my
Knowin well, I'm hurtin the same
What of the game you playin?
Kid, I'm sayin, yo, three ago you was on
You short now, chasin a don, you're money ain't loned
Faggot fuck, bag him, him in the back of my truck
him and smack 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, there it go again, shit, just rep
Show me ya holdin kid, control ya rep we rollin
Worldwide, niggaz look live, collection by a land slide
Settin up to son, won the grand
up, why? Where it came from? Accord and the 5
Where the from? Read the Rob, yo
Yo, while we handglide, lye
Chill, ya recognize, 'cause it's cut out for big shit, Giant Size

[Polite of Cream Team]
Yo, we from the ghetto, the land where everythin is
Nights was tough, came hard as steel
Still we played the like players witout contracts
Broke the trends and the far beyond that
to America, now we tradin places (uh-huh)
New faces in the hood, and they (uh-huh)
>From all the squeezin, callin the precinct
We could battle in ya or battle in the becon!

I vocals at the top of my lungs, drunk
Playin cards, young start wildin on with guns
Remmy doctor, old man jams with of Hoffa
Chill, shorty up at the opera (Battle in the becon!)
got the Kangaroo, rock the Kangaroo, boo
Start cursin out boys shoes, you wild
Thirstin Howl wit a growl barkin at crowds
He actin like he got skin now

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

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