Luyện nghe bài hát Baggage Handlers

(featuring Rhymes)

[Intro: sample 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 that (first you got to work 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 detail, coke, lasagna and them E pills
Million dollar merchandise, we on, get ya back
A yukons, we all moving crack
All my got big rank, pa, Sicily money
Y'all had a bitch got pregnant in Iraq
What's the movement? money in the Ooh building
A few dudes who make a lotta rules sayin' get it'
Right, hair, all my niggaz is polic'
You stay off the roof, or see the crib
No snitchin', Amityville detention
Might fuck around, get caught, or shot down, play
Yeah, here they come, 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 is dead, unless they team clappin' something
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 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 see us (Yo, it's Cuban Link 2, motherfucker)
For all them real Cash Rule Around Me
Niggaz get stee up (Yo, it's Cuban Link 2, motherfucker)

The kid that endorse Maxmaris, shorty show
Take sweatpants off, fix your mascara
Four hundred nineteen ounces, out in Long
Twelve bitches that's real, who not scared of housing
Yes, throw on raccoon, chinchilla feathers
Let it drag on my boots, the burned leather
Jog the back of the building, drop the L
Got the on your nosey ass mother, fuckin' up sales
Forty karat locked in, bowtie, chillin' at the party
Yo, Chef, coat, got it poppin'
Coming soon, Purple Tape, circle up the city let 'em I'm back
Four hundred bricks, and yup, the kids
Sponsored by my cousin in Stan',
Got the call from Tony Young Montana, my son
Yup, I'm not no fuckin' bellboy, I war anything out
The is mine, you can tell Roy
That's 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, like the Jag back the store

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