Luyện nghe bài hát Giant Size

* unedited The PJ's soundtrack is clean

[Intro: Chip Banks of American Cream
Aiyyo, y'all wanna 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 and a hair cut or some shit?
Aiyyo, Cream Team, baby.
hitters, New York City Giants.
Gamble for plots and 4 for spots and things of that nature.
Pop off.

[Superb of Cream Team]
I don't rock wit hoes, I Optimos
Your label ship gold, but only sold
got flows, everybody 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 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 real shit
Till the be like (Chill, kid)
That's to Abola Perrione, dem not know who they deal wit
Chef Banks, uh-huh, slash
Got the whole world callin Flex tryin to me
Said New City 2, Banky B. Nino, push a 2000 benz-ino

[Killa Sin of
These rap icons, mass fire out of cons
a bigon, rely on ion in my python
We off, long disc when we piss
Resort this, gun powder coverin wrist is
Shotties say, "Fuck!", my name
Knowin well, I'm hurtin the same
part of the game you playin?
Kid, I'm sayin, yo, three ago you was on
You fallin short now, chasin a don, you're ain't loned
Faggot fuck, bag him, stick him in the of my truck
him and smack him up for actin up
Be slitherin, hit him in the again
Broke the code of honor we livin in
the whole click, is never when
but that

[Chorus:
Aiyyo, there it go again, same shit, rep
Show me ya holdin kid, control ya rep when we
Worldwide, niggaz look live, cream by a land slide
Settin up to son, won the grand
Stand up, why? it came from? Accord and the 5
Where the name Read the Rob, yo
Yo, we handglide, slang lye
Chill, ya better recognize, it's cut out for big shit, Giant Size

[Polite of American Cream
Yo, we from the ghetto, the land everythin is real
Nights was tough, came hard as steel
we played the field like players witout contracts
Broke the and the fans far beyond that
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 could battle in ya PJ's or in the becon!

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

of American Cream Team]
I lace my with G-String, Liz Clairborne
Don the King, hustlin, Don I mean
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
out a check book, coupon, purchase the Yukon

Raekwon]
It's never a game, stop playin, stop playin (repeat to fade)