Luyện nghe bài hát Baggage Handlers

(featuring Rhymes)

sample from Scarface]
You got to be kiddin', five
Who you think we are, handlers?
The goin' rate on a boat, is a a night, man
You know (first you got to work your way up to 500, cedigo)
Ok, what I did for you guys in Freedomtown, was that?

Return of the kid, with the axe
All I know is real detail, coke, lasagna and them E
Million dollar merchandise, we on, get ya back
A hundred yukons, we all moving
All my got big rank, pa, Sicily money
Y'all had a bitch that got pregnant in
What's the movement? Superman money in the Ooh
A few dudes who make a rules sayin' 'you get it'
Right, wavy hair, all my niggaz is
You stay off the roof, or jakes see the
No snitchin', Amityville detention
Might fuck around, get caught, or down, play position
Yeah, here they come, sizin' up, you know my status
This is raw way, lookin' in his eyes, and he
Yo, what's happenin'? I heard you got the streets back,
Yup, all niggaz is dead, they team clappin' something
He the generals plans, recognize, we going all out
I might throw in his man
Had the slick look, all Cubaned up
Don't get it twisted, nigga swiss swish you up, what?

[Chorus: (Busta Rhymes)]
all day to morn', noon, night
Recognize we gotta re-up (Yo, it's Link 2, motherfucker)
You all listen, pay
Word to the team, we gonna key up (Yo, Cuban Link 2, motherfucker)
Get ya birds off,
Yo, stay out my business, you gon' see us (Yo, it's Cuban 2, motherfucker)
For all real Cash Rule Everything Around Me
Niggaz get y'all up (Yo, it's Cuban Link 2, motherfucker)

The kid endorse Maxmaris, shorty show support
Take your sweatpants off, fix mascara
hundred nineteen ounces, out in Long Island
Twelve strong bitches that's real, who not scared of
Yes, throw on them raccoon, feathers
Let it drag on my boots, the jean leather
Jog the back of the building, drop the L
Got the scope on nosey ass mother, fuckin' up sales
karat locked in, bowtie, chillin' at the Democrat party
Yo, Chef, your coat, got it
soon, Purple Tape, circle up the city let 'em know I'm back
Four hundred bricks, and yup, the stance
Sponsored by my cousin in Stan',
Got the call from Tony Montana, my son campaignin'
Yup, I'm not no fuckin' bellboy, I war out there
The ring is mine, you can Roy
That's when I was hit the call, your whole motto is get tour
rap owner, you will rip all
Live like the pope, and get a big
them a claren, the front, like the Jag back like the store

[Outro: (Scarface sample)]
Yea, we in the motherfuckin' staircase, nigga
You that kid is coming, Cuban Linx, nigga
Louis Rich, the signature,
(Every dog has his day, huh,
You wanna job Ok, then, you call me tomorrow)