Luyện nghe bài hát Giant Size

* lyrics; The PJ's soundtrack is clean

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

[Superb of Cream Team]
I don't wit hoes, I puff Optimos
label ship gold, but only 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 hood and we hoes

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

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

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

[Polite of American Cream
Yo, we from the ghetto, the land everythin is real
Nights was tough, came hard as steel
Still we played the field like players witout
Broke the trends and the far beyond that
to America, now we tradin places (uh-huh)
New faces in the hood, and they (uh-huh)
all the squeezin, they callin the precinct
We battle in ya PJ's 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 shorty up at the (Battle in the becon!)
Uncle got the Kangaroo, the Kangaroo, boo
Start cursin out boys shoes, you wild
Howl wit a growl start barkin at crowds
He actin like he got skin now

[Kingpin of Cream Team]
I lace my hookers G-String, Liz Clairborne
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 on, money that's too long
out a check book, coupon, purchase the Yukon

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