Luyện nghe bài hát Giant Size

* unedited The PJ's soundtrack is clean

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

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

[Chip Banks of American 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 Chef be (Chill, kid)
word 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 Jack City 2, Banky B. Nino, a 2000 benz-ino

[Killa Sin of
These rap icons, mass fire out of cons
Fuck a bigon, on ion in my python
We squeeze off, disc when we piss
this, gun powder coverin wrist is blastphemist
Shotties say, "Fuck!", my name
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, stick him in the of my truck
strip him and smack him up for up
Be slitherin, hit him in the again
Broke the of honor that we livin in
Depleted the click, is never when
but that

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

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

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

of American Cream Team]
I lace my hookers G-String, Liz Clairborne
Don the King, hustlin, nigga Don I
Exquisite, a radiant, brilliant
Cream Team, billion buck spenders
Strip boutiques, advantage, get on
We too strong, the menace, to lose con
Yachts we cruise on, money too long
Pull out a check book, coupon, the Yukon

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