Luyện nghe bài hát Intro (Ghetto Postage)

(Erica Fox to the tune of "star-spangled banner")

Oh, say to the
crooked cops searchin'
me and my homies(uuuggghhh)
And there's No Limit we free (ya heard?)
Cause you haters stop me

Master P (talking): Can't never! NEVER!
Nigga, I'm the mail! Platinum! (Deliverin' the mail!)
Ghetto postage. To every soldier and soldierette in the ghetto, beats, soldier productions! (Ha, ha. We back in this, Whodie.)
And all the fakers, we got rid of em! (They gone)
If it don't say No Limit on the back of records...(don't fuck with em)
They ain't with us, ya heard? (Don't ask no shit it)
All the real niggas, y'all how it's goin' down. (I ain't fucking wit ya)
We hustlas for life, baby. Hustlas for life. (If they with No Limit...)
I might not get 5 mics... (...then they the enemy. that!)
...but I'm the hottest shit on the streets. (Ain't no back, either, Whodie.)
Haha!
(Haha!)
Play them beats and let's ride. NO NIGGA!

(And I'mma tell y'all all these old fake-ass niggas out there with these number jobs - or should I say local deals - y'all know NO LIMIT THE ONLY MOTHERFUCKIN' INDEPENDANT BLACK-OWNED COMPANY OUT THERE! And still doin' this shit. Thanks to all real niggas that been supportin' us. Oh, yeah. And I'mma end this note on - these old bitch-ass niggas that snitchin' goin' to the police, I can't fuck wit y'all.
THIS FOR THE REAL NIGGAS!)