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 track wit us or shit?
We the dollar 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.
Heavy hitters, New City Giants.
Gamble for plots and 4 for spots and things of that nature.
Pop off.

[Superb of Cream Team]
I don't wit hoes, I puff Optimos
Your ship gold, but only copper sold
Perb got flows, and God knows
Fuck a for two dimes, she got to cop those
to be a thug, now he wear cop clothes
Try to come to the hood and we hoes

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

Sin of Killarmy]
These rap icons, mass fire out of cons
Fuck a bigon, rely on ion in my
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
What of the game you playin?
Kid, I'm sayin, yo, three ago you was on
You fallin short now, a don, you're money ain't loned
Faggot fuck, bag him, stick him in the of my truck
strip him and him up for actin up
Be slitherin, hit him in the again
the code 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, control ya rep when we
Worldwide, look live, collection cream by a land slide
up to son, won the grand prize
Stand up, why? it came from? Accord and the 5
Where the name Read the Rob, yo
Yo, while we handglide, lye
Chill, ya recognize, 'cause it's cut out for big shit, Giant Size

of American Cream Team]
Yo, we from the ghetto, the land everythin is real
was tough, days came hard as steel
Still we played the like players witout contracts
Broke the trends and the fans far beyond
Comin to America, now we places (uh-huh)
New in the hood, and they racist (uh-huh)
>From all the squeezin, they callin the
We could battle in ya or battle in the becon!

I kick vocals at the top of my lungs,
Playin cards, young start on dunns with guns
Remmy doctor, old man jams 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 Howl wit a 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, chemist
American Team, billion buck spenders
Strip boutiques, advantage, get on
We too strong, the menace, nothin to 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, stop (repeat to fade)