Luyện nghe bài hát Giant Size

* unedited lyrics; The soundtrack is clean

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

[Superb of Cream Team]
I don't rock wit hoes, I Optimos
label ship gold, but only copper sold
Perb got flows, everybody and God
Fuck a bitch for two dimes, she got to cop
Used to be a thug, now he cop clothes
Try to come to the hood and we shot

[Chip Banks of Cream Team]
I don't who you got a deal wit or who you chill wit
Banky'll run up in your session and shut you down on some shit
Till the be like (Chill, kid)
word to Abola Perrione, dem not know who they deal wit
Chef Banks, uh-huh, Banky
Got the whole world callin tryin to transtate me
Said New Jack City 2, B. Nino, push a 2000 benz-ino

Sin of Killarmy]
These rap icons, mass spit fire out of
Fuck a bigon, on ion in my python
We squeeze off, long when we piss
Resort this, gun coverin wrist is blastphemist
Shotties say, "Fuck!", my name
Knowin damn well, I'm the same
What of the game you playin?
Kid, I'm sayin, yo, months ago you was on
You fallin short now, chasin a don, money 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 rips
Broke the code of that we livin in
Depleted the whole click, is never
but never

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

[Polite of American Cream
Yo, we from the ghetto, the where everythin is real
Nights was tough, came hard as steel
Still we played the field like players witout
Broke the trends and the fans far beyond
to America, now we tradin places (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 wildin on 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 white shoes, you wild
Thirstin wit a growl start barkin at crowds
He actin like he got skin now

[Kingpin of Cream Team]
I lace my hookers with G-String, Liz
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, to lose con
we cruise on, money that's too long
Pull out a check book, coupon, the Yukon

[Outro:
It's been a game, stop playin, stop playin (repeat to fade)