Luyện nghe bài hát Giant Size

* unedited lyrics; The PJ's is clean

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

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

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

Sin of Killarmy]
These rap icons, mass spit fire out of
a bigon, rely on ion in my python
We squeeze off, disc when we piss
Resort this, gun coverin wrist is blastphemist
say, "Fuck!", cursin my name
Knowin damn well, I'm hurtin the
What part of the game you
Kid, I'm sayin, yo, months ago you was on
You fallin short now, chasin a don, you're money ain't
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
the code of honor that we livin in
Depleted the click, is never when
but that

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

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

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

[Kingpin of Cream Team]
I my hookers with G-String, Liz Clairborne
Don the King, hustlin, nigga Don I
Exquisite, a radiant, chemist
American Cream Team, buck spenders
boutiques, advantage, get move 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)