Luyện nghe bài hát Baggage Handlers

(featuring Rhymes)

[Intro: from Scarface]
You got to be kiddin', hundred?
Who you we are, baggage handlers?
The rate on a boat, is a thousand a night, man
You know (first you got to work your way up to 500, cedigo)
Ok, what I did for you guys in Freedomtown, what was

Return of the kitchen kid, the axe
All I know is real detail, coke, and them E pills
Million dollar merchandise, we on, get ya groove
A yukons, we all moving crack
All my soldiers got big rank, pa, money
Y'all had a bitch that got in Iraq
What's the movement? Superman money in the Ooh
A few dudes who make a lotta rules sayin' get it'
Right, wavy hair, all my 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 come, sizin' 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 team something
He felt the plans, recognize, we going all out
I might throw in his man
Had the slick look, all Cubaned up
Don't get it twisted, nigga we'll swiss swish you up,

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

The kid that endorse Maxmaris, shorty support
your sweatpants off, fix your mascara
Four hundred nineteen ounces, out in Long
Twelve strong bitches real, who not scared of housing
Yes, throw on them raccoon, chinchilla
Let it drag on my boots, the jean leather
Jog the back of the building, drop the L
Got the scope on your ass mother, fuckin' up sales
Forty karat in, bowtie, chillin' at the Democrat party
Yo, Chef, coat, got it poppin'
Coming soon, Tape, circle up the city let 'em know I'm back
Four bricks, and yup, the kids stance
by my cousin in Stan', maintainin'
Got the call Tony 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, whole 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 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 job Ernie? Ok, then, you call me tomorrow)