Luyện nghe bài hát Baggage Handlers

(featuring Rhymes)

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

Return of the kid, with the axe
All I know is detail, coke, lasagna and them E pills
Million dollar merchandise, we on, get ya back
A hundred yukons, we all moving
All my soldiers got big rank, pa, money
Y'all had a that got pregnant in Iraq
What's the movement? Superman in the Ooh building
A few dudes who make a lotta sayin' 'you get it'
Right, hair, all my niggaz 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 come, sizin' 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 streets back,
Yup, all niggaz is dead, unless they team clappin'
He the generals plans, recognize, we going all out
I throw three in his man
Had the look, looking all Cubaned 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, it's Cuban 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 y'all stee up (Yo, 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 on my boots, the jean burned leather
Jog through the of the building, drop the L
Got the on your nosey ass mother, fuckin' up sales
Forty karat locked in, bowtie, chillin' at the party
Yo, Chef, coat, got it poppin'
Coming soon, Purple Tape, circle up the city let 'em know I'm
Four bricks, and yup, the kids stance
Sponsored by my in Stan', maintainin'
Got the from 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, your whole motto is get
rap owner, you will rip all
Live like the pope, and get a big
them a claren, the front, like the Jag back like the store

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