Luyện nghe bài hát Baggage Handlers

(featuring Rhymes)

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

Return of the kid, with the axe
All I is real detail, coke, lasagna and them E pills
dollar merchandise, we on, get ya groove back
A hundred yukons, we all crack
All my soldiers got big rank, pa, Sicily
Y'all had a bitch got pregnant in Iraq
the movement? Superman money in the Ooh building
A few dudes who make a lotta rules sayin' get it'
Right, wavy hair, all my is polic'
You stay off the roof, or see the crib
No snitchin', Amityville detention
Might fuck around, get caught, or shot down, position
Yeah, here they come, sizin' them up, you know my
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 team clappin'
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 we'll swiss you up, what?

[Chorus: (Busta Rhymes)]
all day to morn', noon, night
Recognize we gotta re-up (Yo, it's Cuban 2, motherfucker)
You all listen, pay
Word to the team, we gonna key up (Yo, Cuban 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 real Rule Everything Around Me
Niggaz get stee up (Yo, it's Cuban Link 2, motherfucker)

The kid that Maxmaris, shorty show support
Take your sweatpants off, fix your
Four 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 through the back of the building, the L
Got the scope on nosey ass mother, fuckin' up sales
Forty karat locked in, bowtie, chillin' at the party
Yo, Chef, your coat, got it
Coming soon, Purple Tape, circle up the city let 'em know I'm
hundred bricks, and yup, the kids stance
Sponsored by my cousin in Stan',
Got the call from Tony Young Montana, my son
Yup, I'm not no fuckin' bellboy, I war out there
The ring is mine, you can Roy
when I was hit with the call, your whole motto is get tour
Drug rap owner, you rip all
Live the pope, and get a big hall
Flipped them a claren, the front, the Jag back like the store

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