Luyện nghe bài hát Giant Size

* lyrics; The PJ's soundtrack is clean

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

[Superb of American Team]
I don't wit hoes, I puff Optimos
Your label ship gold, but copper sold
Perb got flows, everybody and God
a bitch for two dimes, she got to cop those
Used to be a thug, now he wear cop
Try to come to the and we shot hoes

Banks of American Cream Team]
I care 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)
That's word to Perrione, dem not know who they deal wit
Chef Banks, uh-huh, slash
Got the whole world callin tryin to transtate me
Said New Jack 2, Banky B. Nino, push a 2000 benz-ino

Sin of Killarmy]
These rap icons, mass spit out of cons
Fuck a bigon, rely on ion in my
We squeeze off, disc when we piss
Resort this, gun powder coverin wrist is
Shotties say, "Fuck!", my name
Knowin 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
him and smack him up for actin up
Be slitherin, hit him in the rips
Broke the of honor that we livin in
the whole click, is never when
but never

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

of American Cream Team]
Yo, we from the ghetto, the land everythin is real
Nights was tough, came hard as steel
Still we played the field like witout contracts
Broke the trends and the 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 or battle in the becon!

I kick vocals at the top of my lungs,
Playin cards, young wildin on dunns with guns
Remmy doctor, old man jams voice of Hoffa
Chill, slap up at the opera (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 he got shark skin now

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

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