Luyện nghe bài hát Baggage Handlers

(featuring Rhymes)

[Intro: from Scarface]
You got to be kiddin', hundred?
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 guys in Freedomtown, what was

Return of the kid, with the axe
All I is real detail, coke, lasagna and them E pills
Million dollar merchandise, we on, get ya groove
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 who make a lotta rules sayin' 'you get it'
Right, hair, all my niggaz is polic'
You off the roof, or jakes see the crib
No snitchin', this Amityville
Might fuck around, get caught, or shot down, play
Yeah, here they come, them up, you know my status
This is raw way, in his eyes, and he butt
Yo, what's I heard you got the streets back, captain
Yup, all niggaz is dead, unless they clappin' something
He felt the plans, recognize, we going all out
I might three in his man
Had the slick look, looking all up
Don't get it twisted, nigga we'll swiss you up, what?

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

The kid that Maxmaris, shorty show support
Take your sweatpants off, fix mascara
Four hundred nineteen ounces, out in Island
Twelve strong bitches real, who not scared of housing
Yes, throw on raccoon, chinchilla feathers
Let it on my boots, the jean burned leather
Jog the back of the building, drop the L
Got the scope on your nosey ass mother, fuckin' up
Forty locked in, bowtie, chillin' at the Democrat 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 Tony Young 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 with the call, your motto is get tour
Drug rap owner, you rip all
like the pope, and get a big hall
Flipped them a claren, the front, like the Jag back like the

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