Luyện nghe bài hát Baggage Handlers

(featuring Rhymes)

sample from Scarface]
You got to be kiddin', five
Who you think we are, handlers?
The rate on a boat, is a thousand a night, man
You that (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 kitchen kid, the axe
All I know is real detail, coke, lasagna and them E
Million dollar merchandise, we on, get ya groove
A hundred yukons, we all moving
All my got big rank, pa, Sicily money
had a bitch that got pregnant in Iraq
What's the movement? money in the Ooh building
A few dudes who make a lotta rules 'you get it'
Right, hair, all my niggaz is polic'
You off the roof, or jakes see the crib
No snitchin', Amityville detention
Might fuck around, get caught, or down, play position
Yeah, here come, sizin' them up, you know my status
is raw way, lookin' in his eyes, and he butt
Yo, what's happenin'? I heard you got the streets back,
Yup, all niggaz is dead, unless they team clappin'
He felt the plans, recognize, we going all out
I might three in his man
Had the slick look, all Cubaned up
Don't get it twisted, nigga we'll swiss swish you up,

[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, 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 real Cash Rule Everything Me
Niggaz get y'all stee up (Yo, it's Cuban 2, motherfucker)

The kid that endorse Maxmaris, shorty support
Take your off, fix your mascara
Four hundred nineteen ounces, out in Island
Twelve strong bitches real, who not scared of housing
Yes, throw on them raccoon, feathers
Let it on my boots, the jean burned leather
Jog through the of the building, drop the L
Got the scope on your 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
Four hundred bricks, and yup, the stance
Sponsored by my in Stan', maintainin'
Got the from Tony Young Montana, my son campaignin'
Yup, I'm not no bellboy, I war anything out there
The is mine, you can tell Roy
That's when I was hit with the call, your motto is get tour
rap owner, you will rip all
Live the pope, and get a big hall
Flipped them a claren, the front, like the Jag back the store

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