Luyện nghe bài hát Baggage Handlers

(featuring Rhymes)

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

Return of the kitchen kid, the axe
All I know is real detail, coke, and them E pills
Million merchandise, we on, get ya groove back
A hundred yukons, we all moving
All my got big rank, pa, Sicily money
Y'all had a bitch that got in Iraq
What's the movement? money in the Ooh building
A few dudes who make a rules sayin' 'you get it'
Right, wavy hair, all my is polic'
You stay off the roof, or see the crib
No snitchin', this detention
Might fuck around, get caught, or down, play position
Yeah, here come, sizin' them 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, unless they clappin' something
He felt the generals plans, recognize, we all out
I might throw in his man
Had the look, looking all Cubaned up
Don't get it twisted, nigga swiss swish you up, what?

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

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

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