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' on a boat, is a thousand 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 kid, with 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 moving
All my soldiers got big rank, pa, Sicily
Y'all had a bitch that got in Iraq
What's the movement? Superman money in the Ooh
A few dudes who make a rules sayin' 'you 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, they come, sizin' them up, you know my status
is raw way, lookin' in his eyes, and he butt
Yo, what's happenin'? I heard you got the back, captain
Yup, all niggaz is dead, unless they clappin' something
He felt the generals plans, recognize, we all out
I throw three in his man
Had the slick look, 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 Link 2, motherfucker)
You all listen, pay
Word to the team, we gonna key up (Yo, it's Cuban 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 stee up (Yo, it's Cuban Link 2, motherfucker)

The kid that endorse Maxmaris, show support
Take your off, fix your mascara
Four hundred nineteen ounces, out in Long
Twelve strong that's real, who not scared of housing
Yes, throw on them raccoon, feathers
Let it drag on my boots, the jean burned
Jog through the of the building, drop the L
Got the scope on your nosey ass mother, up sales
Forty karat locked in, bowtie, chillin' at the Democrat
Yo, Chef, your coat, got it
soon, Purple 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 from Tony Young Montana, my son
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 whole motto is get
Drug rap owner, you rip all
like the pope, and get a big hall
Flipped a claren, the front, like the Jag back like the store

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