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, was that?

Return of the kitchen kid, the axe
All I is real detail, coke, lasagna and them E pills
Million merchandise, we on, get ya groove back
A hundred yukons, we all crack
All my soldiers got big rank, pa, Sicily
Y'all had a bitch that got pregnant in
What's the movement? Superman in the Ooh building
A few who make a lotta rules sayin' 'you get it'
Right, wavy hair, all my is polic'
You stay off the roof, or see the crib
No snitchin', this detention
Might fuck around, get caught, or down, play position
Yeah, here they come, sizin' them up, you know my
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 they team something
He felt the plans, recognize, we going all out
I might throw in his man
Had the slick look, looking all up
Don't get it twisted, nigga we'll swiss you up, what?

Raekwon (Busta Rhymes)]
From all day to morn', noon,
Recognize we gotta re-up (Yo, Cuban Link 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, stay out my business, you gon' see us (Yo, Cuban Link 2, motherfucker)
For all them real Cash Rule Around Me
get y'all stee up (Yo, it's Cuban Link 2, motherfucker)

The kid endorse Maxmaris, shorty show support
your sweatpants off, fix your mascara
Four hundred ounces, out in Long Island
Twelve strong bitches that's real, who not of housing
Yes, throw on them raccoon, chinchilla
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 karat locked in, bowtie, at the Democrat party
Yo, Chef, coat, got it poppin'
Coming soon, Purple Tape, circle up the city let 'em know I'm
Four hundred bricks, and yup, the stance
by my cousin in Stan', maintainin'
Got the call from Young 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 motto is get tour
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 back in the motherfuckin' staircase,
You know that kid is coming, Cuban Linx,
Louis Rich, the signature,
(Every dog has his day, huh,
You wanna job Ok, then, you call me tomorrow)