Luyện nghe bài hát Giant Size

* unedited lyrics; The PJ's soundtrack is

[Intro: Chip Banks of American Cream
What? Aiyyo, y'all wanna do a track wit us or some
We the billion boys club.
you got a hundred thousand for us? The fuck's that?
Three rings and a cut or some 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 Cream
I don't rock wit hoes, I puff
Your label ship gold, but 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 wear cop
Try to come to the and we shot hoes

Banks of American 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 real
the Chef be like (Chill, kid)
That's word to Abola Perrione, dem not know who they wit
Chef Banks, uh-huh, slash
Got the world callin Flex tryin to transtate me
Said New Jack City 2, Banky B. Nino, a 2000 benz-ino

Sin of Killarmy]
These rap icons, mass spit out of cons
a bigon, rely on ion in my python
We squeeze off, long disc we piss
this, gun powder coverin wrist is blastphemist
Shotties say, "Fuck!", cursin my
Knowin damn well, I'm hurtin the
part of the game you playin?
Kid, I'm sayin, yo, months ago you was on
You short now, chasin a don, you're money ain't loned
fuck, bag him, stick him in the back of my truck
strip him and smack him up for up
Be slitherin, hit him in the rips
Broke the code of honor we livin in
Depleted the whole click, is never
but never

Raekwon]
Aiyyo, there it go again, same shit, rep
Show me ya holdin kid, ya rep when we rollin
Worldwide, niggaz look live, collection cream by a land
Settin up to son, won the prize
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, 'cause cut out for big shit, Giant Size

[Polite of American Team]
Yo, we the ghetto, the land where everythin is real
was tough, days came hard as steel
Still we played the field players witout contracts
Broke the and the fans far beyond that
to America, now we tradin places (uh-huh)
New faces in the hood, and racist (uh-huh)
all the squeezin, they callin the precinct
We battle in ya PJ's or battle 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 with voice of
Chill, shorty up at the opera (Battle in the becon!)
got the Kangaroo, rock the Kangaroo, boo
Start cursin out boys shoes, you wild
Thirstin Howl wit a growl start barkin at
He actin like he got shark now

of American Cream Team]
I lace my hookers with G-String, Liz
Don the King, hustlin, Don I mean
Exquisite, a radiant, chemist
American Cream Team, buck spenders
Strip boutiques, advantage, get on
We too strong, the menace, nothin to con
we cruise on, money 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)