Luyện nghe bài hát Baggage Handlers

(featuring Rhymes)

[Intro: sample from
You got to be kiddin', hundred?
Who you think we are, baggage
The rate on a boat, is a thousand a night, man
You know that (first you got to your 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, lasagna and them E
Million dollar merchandise, we on, get ya groove
A hundred yukons, we all crack
All my got big rank, pa, Sicily money
had a bitch that got pregnant in Iraq
What's the Superman 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 jakes see the
No snitchin', this Amityville
Might fuck around, get caught, or down, play position
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 back, captain
Yup, all niggaz is dead, they team clappin' something
He the generals 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 swiss you up, what?

[Chorus: (Busta Rhymes)]
all day to morn', noon, night
Recognize we gotta re-up (Yo, it's Link 2, motherfucker)
You all listen, pay
Word to the team, we key up (Yo, it's Cuban 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 support
Take your sweatpants off, fix mascara
Four nineteen ounces, out in Long Island
Twelve strong bitches that's real, who not of housing
Yes, throw on them raccoon, chinchilla
Let it drag on my boots, the jean leather
Jog through the of the building, drop the L
Got the scope on nosey ass mother, fuckin' up sales
Forty karat locked in, bowtie, at the Democrat party
Yo, Chef, your coat, got it
Coming soon, Tape, circle up the city let 'em know I'm back
hundred bricks, and yup, the kids stance
Sponsored by my in Stan', maintainin'
Got the call from Young Montana, my son campaignin'
Yup, I'm not no fuckin' bellboy, I war anything out
The ring is mine, you can Roy
That's when I was hit with the call, your whole is get tour
rap owner, you will rip all
Live the pope, and get a big hall
Flipped a claren, the front, like the Jag back like the store

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