Luyện nghe bài hát Giant Size

* unedited The PJ's soundtrack is clean

[Intro: Chip Banks of American Cream
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, American Team, baby.
hitters, New York City Giants.
Gamble for plots and 4 for spots and things of that nature.
Pop off.

of American Cream Team]
I rock wit hoes, I puff Optimos
label ship gold, but only copper sold
Perb got flows, and God knows
Fuck a 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 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 and shut you down on some real shit
Till the Chef be (Chill, kid)
That's word to Perrione, dem not know who they deal wit
Banks, uh-huh, slash Banky
Got the whole world Flex tryin to transtate me
Said New City 2, Banky B. Nino, push a 2000 benz-ino

Sin of Killarmy]
These rap icons, mass spit fire out of
Fuck a bigon, rely on ion in my
We squeeze off, long disc we piss
Resort this, gun powder coverin wrist is
Shotties say, "Fuck!", my name
damn well, I'm hurtin the same
What part of the you playin?
Kid, I'm sayin, yo, three ago you was on
You fallin short now, chasin a don, you're money loned
Faggot fuck, bag him, him in the back of my truck
strip him and him up for actin up
Be slitherin, hit him in the rips
the code of honor that we livin in
Depleted the click, is never when
but never

[Chorus:
Aiyyo, there it go again, same shit, rep
Show me ya holdin kid, ya rep when 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 name from? the Rob, yo
Yo, while we handglide, lye
Chill, ya recognize, 'cause it's 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 hard as
Still we the field like players witout contracts
the trends and the fans far beyond that
Comin to America, now we places (uh-huh)
New in the hood, and they racist (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 wildin on 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 start barkin at crowds
He actin he got shark skin now

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

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