Luyện nghe bài hát Giant Size

* unedited lyrics; The soundtrack is clean

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

[Superb of American Cream
I don't wit hoes, I puff Optimos
Your label gold, but only copper sold
Perb got flows, and God knows
Fuck a 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

[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 session and shut you down on some shit
Till the Chef be (Chill, kid)
That's to Abola Perrione, dem not know who they deal wit
Chef Banks, uh-huh, Banky
Got the whole world callin Flex to transtate me
Said New City 2, Banky B. Nino, push a 2000 benz-ino

Sin of Killarmy]
These rap icons, mass spit out of cons
Fuck a bigon, on ion in my python
We squeeze off, long disc we piss
Resort this, gun powder wrist is blastphemist
Shotties say, "Fuck!", my name
Knowin damn well, I'm the same
part of the game you playin?
Kid, I'm sayin, yo, months ago you was on
You fallin short now, chasin a don, you're ain't loned
Faggot fuck, bag him, stick him in the back of my
strip him and him up for actin up
Be slitherin, hit him in the rips
Broke the code of that 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, ya rep when we rollin
Worldwide, niggaz look live, cream by a land slide
up to son, won the grand prize
Stand up, Where it came from? Accord and the 5
Where the name from? the Rob, yo
Yo, while we handglide, lye
Chill, ya better recognize, 'cause it's cut out for big shit, Giant

[Polite of American Cream
Yo, we from the ghetto, the land where everythin is
Nights was tough, days came hard as
Still we the field like players witout contracts
the trends and the fans far beyond that
Comin to America, now we places (uh-huh)
New faces in the hood, and they (uh-huh)
all the squeezin, they callin the precinct
We could battle in ya or battle in the becon!

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

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

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