Luyện nghe bài hát Baggage Handlers

(featuring Rhymes)

[Intro: 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 work way up to 500, cedigo)
Ok, what I did for you in Freedomtown, what was that?

Return of the kitchen kid, the axe
All I know is real detail, coke, and them E pills
dollar merchandise, we on, get ya groove back
A hundred yukons, we all crack
All my got big rank, pa, Sicily money
Y'all had a bitch that got pregnant in
the movement? Superman money in the Ooh building
A few dudes who make a lotta rules 'you get it'
Right, wavy hair, all my niggaz is
You stay off the roof, or see the crib
No snitchin', this detention
Might around, get caught, or shot down, play position
Yeah, here they come, sizin' 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 team clappin' something
He felt the generals plans, recognize, we all out
I might three in his man
Had the slick look, all Cubaned up
Don't get it twisted, nigga swiss 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 gon' see us (Yo, Cuban Link 2, motherfucker)
For all them Cash Rule Everything Around Me
Niggaz get stee up (Yo, it's Cuban Link 2, motherfucker)

The kid endorse Maxmaris, shorty show support
your sweatpants off, fix your mascara
Four hundred nineteen ounces, out in Island
Twelve strong bitches that's real, who not scared of
Yes, throw on them raccoon, chinchilla
Let it drag on my boots, the burned leather
Jog the back of the building, drop the L
Got the scope on nosey ass mother, fuckin' up sales
Forty karat locked in, bowtie, chillin' at the Democrat
Yo, Chef, coat, got it poppin'
soon, Purple Tape, circle up the city let 'em know I'm back
Four hundred bricks, and yup, the kids
Sponsored by my cousin in Stan',
Got the call from Tony Montana, my son campaignin'
Yup, I'm not no bellboy, I war anything out there
The ring is mine, you can Roy
That's when I was hit with the call, your whole motto is get
rap owner, you will rip all
Live 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 wanna job Ok, then, you call me tomorrow)