Luyện nghe bài hát You Can't Slip

Verse 1: Sir
You can't slip, 'cause the game is not about the sex
You gots to be a businessman to keep thangs in check
I used to run some call girls and pimp 'em for fun
But you should see how the gangsters can make us r-r-run!
Back in '82 I used to roll a gold
Females were my business, you call me the Mack Daddy
But pimpin' came so easy to me, I have to hit 'em
Roll 'em up to Canada so Johnny's wit 'em
Show them ID's so we could step across the border
We hit the nearest hotel, and like that, I'm takin'
Two dollars and she'll make you lose your morals
We must the profit if the trick wants to get oral
Rappers like to 'bout how they know the pimpin' game
How can you run the when you're only 17?
I speak experience when I say "Turn around!"
'Cause I was heavy 'till one female took me down
She was 17 but she was lookin' 21
5'9", and packin' guns
But I was 'cause the pimpin' game was soft
took a trick out to the suite so he could toss
911 is flashin' crazy on my
I pushed the trunk button and I load the 12
to the 'tel 'cause I'm down to get my mail
Smoke a trick if he's beatin' on my female
Kickin' down the and ain't nobody in the suite
I never let my agents take them out on the street
If I wasn't slippin' the psycho couldn't kill her
found face down, floatin' in the green river

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

2: E-Dog (Mix-a-Lot)
You can't slip when you're rollin' through the without your strap (Hell
no!)
when your rims are dipped in gold and lookin' phat (Yeah!)
'Cause 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' nigga danks through my set (Don't do it!)
Drops 6-4, gives my no respect (None!)
But when we starts the loc'in' up, the fool will start the up
And are gettin' broken up, a jack move! (Give it up!)
A straight jack on a fella with a fat
Comin' out when you're slippin' on the fast track (Yeah!)
Came through servin' but you went out gettin' (Peace!)
Got you for your Daytons then we beat you to the (Huh!)
Now it's time to slang them and come up on a grip (Yeah!)
him for some ounces so that I can clock my chips (Get paid!)
Say it's the dividends and not about the fame (Yep!)
But I let you know, the E-D-O-G is my name (Word.)
So now I'm addicted to the jackin' and the slangin'
Cross court and my flag shows I'm bangin'
But if you think I'm gonna stop this life, well wrong!
I don't about your muscles 'cause my 9 is pluggin' domes (Ha ha!)
So here we go again, another jack in (Yeah!)
A Blazer chased the driver, make him wreck (Get him!)
And if he tries to run then I smoke him on the spot
But little do I know, there's a to be taught
The pulled an AK and now I'm yellin' "Mayday!"
("OH SHIT, HE GOT E-DOG!") On the concrete I lay!
He up slowly, then he looks me in my eye
Barrel to my temple, so I know I'm die!
(Lil' cake-ass gang nigga, you can't jack for D's! See ya!)
*gun cocking, shot* (C'mon, go, nigga!) *sirens*
(Shouldn't been a sucka, nigga!) *door closing*
(Punk motherfucker!! Yeah!) *car skids

You slip.
You slip. Oh, you better 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 is constantly tellin' me how they growin'.
Well, I'm just tryin' to tell you you're goin'.
You slip. Peace.