Luyện nghe bài hát You Can't Slip

Verse 1: Sir
You can't slip, 'cause the pimpin' is not about the sex
You gots to be a businessman to keep thangs in check
I used to run call girls and pimp 'em just for fun
But you see how the gangsters can make us pimps r-r-run!
Back in '82 I used to a gold Caddy
Females were my business, you could call me the Mack
But pimpin' so easy to me, I didn't have to hit 'em
Roll 'em up to Canada so Johnny's wit 'em
Show them fake ID's so we could step across the
We hit the nearest hotel, and that, I'm takin' orders
Two thousand and she'll make you lose your morals
We must increase the profit if the trick to get oral
Rappers like to claim 'bout how they know the game
How can you run the ladies when only 17?
I from experience when I say "Turn around!"
'Cause I was rollin' 'till one female took me down
She was only 17 but she was 21
5'9", and packin' guns
But I was slippin' the pimpin' game was soft
Baby took a trick out to the suite so he could
911 is flashin' on my pager
I pushed the button and I load the 12 gauge
Back to the 'cause I'm down to get my mail
Smoke a trick quick if beatin' on my female
Kickin' down the door and ain't in the suite
I never let my agents take them tricks out on the
If I wasn't slippin' then the couldn't kill her
Body found face down, floatin' in the green

You slip! Not in this pimpin' game, chief!
No no, you slip!
You slip.
Yo E-Dog, tell them what's up with that and bangin', chief!

2: E-Dog (Mix-a-Lot)
You slip when you're rollin' through the hood without your strap (Hell
no!)
Especially when your rims are dipped in and lookin' phat (Yeah!)
it's the 1990's and you got to be prepared
Or a like the E'll roll 'em up and keep 'em scared (Huhh??)
High sightin' rollin danks through my set (Don't do it!)
Drops 6-4, my homies no respect (None!)
But when we starts the loc'in' up, the fool will the chokin' up
And bones are gettin' broken up, a move! (Give it up!)
A straight jack on a fella with a fat
Comin' out missin' when you're on the fast track (Yeah!)
Came through servin' but you went out served (Peace!)
Got you for your Daytons then we beat you to the (Huh!)
Now it's time to slang them thangs and up on a grip (Yeah!)
Trade him for some so that I can clock my chips (Get paid!)
Say 'bout the dividends and not about the fame (Yep!)
But 'till I let you know, the E-D-O-G is my (Word.)
So now I'm straight to the jackin' and the slangin'
Cross court and my flag shows I'm bangin'
But if you think I'm gonna this life, well you're wrong!
I care about your muscles 'cause my 9 is pluggin' domes (Ha ha!)
So here we go again, another in effect (Yeah!)
A candy-painted Blazer the driver, make him wreck (Get him!)
And if he tries to run then I just smoke him on the
But little do I know, a lesson to be taught
The brother an AK and now I'm yellin' "Mayday!"
*gunshots* ("OH SHIT, HE GOT E-DOG!") On the I lay!
He walks up slowly, then he me in my eye
Barrel to my temple, so I I'm gonna die!
(Lil' cake-ass gang nigga, you jack for these D's! See ya!)
*gun cocking, shot* (C'mon, go, nigga!) *sirens*
(Shouldn't been a sucka, nigga!) *door closing*
(Punk motherfucker!! Yeah!) skids off*

You slip.
You can't slip. Oh, you pull them pants up, champ. Huh huh.
You can't slip. Gots to be a gangsta,
Well, you slip!
*creepy organ
Yeah, a lot of young brothers is tellin' me how they growin'.
Well, I'm just to tell you where you're goin'.
You slip. Peace.