Luyện nghe bài hát Baggage Handlers

(featuring Rhymes)

[Intro: sample Scarface]
You got to be kiddin', five
Who you think we are, handlers?
The goin' rate on a boat, is a 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, 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, money
Y'all had a bitch got pregnant in Iraq
the movement? Superman money in the Ooh building
A few dudes who a lotta rules sayin' 'you get it'
Right, wavy hair, all my is polic'
You stay off the roof, or jakes see the
No snitchin', this detention
Might fuck around, get caught, or down, play position
Yeah, here they come, them up, you know my status
This is raw way, lookin' in his eyes, and he
Yo, what's I heard you got the streets back, captain
Yup, all niggaz is dead, they team clappin' something
He the generals plans, recognize, we going all out
I might throw in his man
Had the slick look, all Cubaned up
get it twisted, nigga we'll 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 gonna key up (Yo, it's Link 2, motherfucker)
Get ya birds off,
Yo, stay out my business, you gon' see us (Yo, it's Link 2, motherfucker)
For all them real Cash Everything Around Me
Niggaz get y'all 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 Island
Twelve bitches that's real, who not scared of housing
Yes, throw on them raccoon, chinchilla
Let it drag on my boots, the jean leather
Jog through the back of the building, the L
Got the on your nosey ass mother, fuckin' up sales
Forty karat locked in, bowtie, chillin' at the party
Yo, Chef, your coat, got it
soon, Purple Tape, circle up the city let 'em know I'm back
Four hundred bricks, and yup, the stance
by my cousin in Stan', maintainin'
Got the call from Tony Montana, my son campaignin'
Yup, I'm not no fuckin' bellboy, I war out there
The ring is mine, you can Roy
That's when I was hit with the call, your whole is get tour
Drug rap owner, you rip all
Live like the pope, and get a big
Flipped a claren, the front, like the Jag back like the store

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