Luyện nghe bài hát Baggage Handlers

(featuring Rhymes)

sample from 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 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, and them E pills
Million merchandise, we on, get ya groove back
A yukons, we all moving crack
All my got big rank, pa, Sicily money
Y'all had a bitch that got pregnant in
What's the Superman money in the Ooh building
A few who make a lotta rules sayin' 'you get it'
Right, hair, all my niggaz is polic'
You stay off the roof, or see the crib
No snitchin', this detention
fuck around, get caught, or shot down, play position
Yeah, here they come, sizin' them up, you my status
This is raw way, in his eyes, and he butt
Yo, what's happenin'? I you got the streets back, captain
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 look, looking all Cubaned up
Don't get it twisted, nigga we'll swish 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 gonna key up (Yo, it's Cuban 2, motherfucker)
Get ya birds off,
Yo, stay out my business, you gon' see us (Yo, Cuban Link 2, motherfucker)
For all them real Cash Everything Around Me
Niggaz get stee up (Yo, it's Cuban Link 2, motherfucker)

The kid that Maxmaris, shorty show support
Take your off, fix your mascara
hundred nineteen ounces, out in Long Island
Twelve strong bitches real, who not scared of housing
Yes, throw on raccoon, chinchilla feathers
Let it drag on my boots, the jean burned
Jog through the back of the building, 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 know I'm
Four bricks, and yup, the kids stance
Sponsored by my in Stan', maintainin'
Got the call Tony Young Montana, my son campaignin'
Yup, I'm not no fuckin' bellboy, I war anything out
The is mine, you can tell Roy
That's when I was hit with the call, your whole is get tour
rap owner, you will rip all
Live like the pope, and get a big
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, Linx, nigga
Rich, the signature, bitch
(Every dog has his day, huh,
You job Ernie? Ok, then, you call me tomorrow)