Luyện nghe bài hát Giant Size

* unedited lyrics; The PJ's soundtrack is

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

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

[Chip Banks of American Team]
I don't care who you got a deal wit or who you wit
Banky'll run up in session and shut you down on some real shit
Till the Chef be (Chill, kid)
word to Abola Perrione, dem not know who they deal wit
Chef Banks, uh-huh, Banky
Got the whole world 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
Fuck a bigon, rely on ion in my
We squeeze off, disc when we piss
Resort this, gun powder coverin wrist is
Shotties say, "Fuck!", my name
damn well, I'm hurtin the same
What of the game you playin?
Kid, I'm sayin, yo, three ago you was on
You short now, chasin a don, you're money ain't loned
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 whole click, is when
but that

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

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

I vocals at the top of my lungs, drunk
Playin cards, young start wildin on dunns 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
cursin out white boys shoes, you wild
Thirstin wit a growl start barkin at crowds
He actin like he got skin now

[Kingpin of American Cream
I lace my hookers G-String, Liz Clairborne
Don the King, hustlin, nigga Don I
Exquisite, a radiant, chemist
Cream 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
Pull out a check book, coupon, purchase the

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