Luyện nghe bài hát Baggage Handlers

(featuring Rhymes)

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

Return of the kitchen kid, the axe
All I know is real detail, coke, lasagna and E pills
Million dollar merchandise, we on, get ya back
A hundred yukons, we all moving
All my got big rank, pa, Sicily money
Y'all had a bitch that got pregnant in
What's the movement? Superman money in the Ooh
A few who make a lotta rules sayin' 'you get it'
Right, hair, all my niggaz is polic'
You stay off the roof, or jakes see the
No snitchin', Amityville detention
fuck around, get caught, or shot down, play position
Yeah, they come, sizin' them up, you know my status
is raw way, lookin' in his eyes, and he butt
Yo, what's happenin'? I you got the streets back, captain
Yup, all niggaz is dead, unless 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 swiss swish you up, what?

[Chorus: (Busta Rhymes)]
From all day to morn', noon,
Recognize we gotta (Yo, it's 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, it's Cuban 2, motherfucker)
For all them real Cash Everything Around Me
Niggaz get y'all stee up (Yo, it's Cuban 2, motherfucker)

The kid endorse Maxmaris, shorty show support
Take your off, fix your 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 on my boots, the jean burned leather
Jog through the back of the building, the L
Got the scope on your ass mother, fuckin' up sales
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 I'm back
Four 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 out there
The is mine, you can tell 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, the Jag back like the store

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