Luyện nghe bài hát Giant Size

* unedited The PJ's soundtrack is clean

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

[Superb of American Cream
I rock wit hoes, I puff Optimos
Your label ship gold, but copper sold
Perb got flows, everybody and God
Fuck a bitch for two dimes, she got to cop
Used to be a thug, now he cop clothes
Try to come to the and we shot hoes

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

Sin of Killarmy]
These rap icons, mass spit out of cons
a bigon, rely on ion in my python
We squeeze off, long when we piss
Resort this, gun powder coverin wrist is
say, "Fuck!", cursin my name
Knowin damn well, I'm the same
What of the game you playin?
Kid, I'm sayin, yo, three ago you was on
You fallin short now, chasin a don, money ain't loned
Faggot fuck, bag him, stick him in the back of my
strip him and smack him up for up
Be slitherin, hit him in the again
Broke the code of honor we livin in
Depleted the whole click, is when
but that

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

of American Cream Team]
Yo, we from the ghetto, the land everythin is real
Nights was tough, days came as steel
Still we played the field like players contracts
Broke the and the fans far beyond that
Comin to America, now we places (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 vocals at the top of my lungs, drunk
Playin cards, young start on dunns with guns
Remmy doctor, old man jams with voice of
Chill, slap shorty up at the (Battle in the becon!)
got the Kangaroo, rock the Kangaroo, boo
Start cursin out white boys shoes, you
Howl wit a growl start barkin at crowds
He actin he got shark skin now

of American Cream Team]
I my hookers with G-String, Liz Clairborne
Don the King, hustlin, Don I mean
Exquisite, a radiant, chemist
American Cream Team, 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 been a game, stop playin, stop playin (repeat to fade)