Luyện nghe bài hát You Can't Slip

Verse 1: Sir
You can't slip, the pimpin' 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 see how the gangsters can make us pimps r-r-run!
Back in '82 I used to roll a gold
Females were my business, you could call me the Mack
But came so easy to me, I didn't have to hit 'em
Roll 'em up to Canada so could wit 'em
Show them fake ID's so we could step the border
We hit the nearest hotel, and that, I'm takin' orders
Two thousand dollars and she'll you lose your morals
We must increase the profit if the trick to get oral
Rappers like to claim 'bout how they the pimpin' game
How can you run the ladies when only 17?
I speak from 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 slippin' 'cause the pimpin' was soft
Baby took a trick out to the suite so he toss
911 is flashin' on my pager
I the trunk button and I load the 12 gauge
Back to the 'tel I'm down to get my mail
Smoke a trick quick if he's on my female
down the door and ain't nobody in the suite
I never let my take them tricks out on the street
If I wasn't slippin' then the psycho kill her
Body face down, floatin' in the green river

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

2: E-Dog (Mix-a-Lot)
You can't slip when you're rollin' the hood without your strap (Hell
no!)
Especially when your rims are dipped in gold and phat (Yeah!)
'Cause it's the and you got to be prepared
Or a nigga like the E'll 'em up and keep 'em scared (Huhh??)
High sightin' nigga rollin through my set (Don't do it!)
Drops 6-4, gives my homies no (None!)
But when we starts the loc'in' up, the fool will the chokin' up
And bones are gettin' up, a jack 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 but you went out gettin' served (Peace!)
Got you for your Daytons we beat you to the curb (Huh!)
Now it's time to them thangs and come up on a grip (Yeah!)
Trade him for some ounces so that I can my chips (Get paid!)
Say it's 'bout the dividends and not 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 saggin' and my flag shows I'm bangin'
But if you think I'm gonna this life, well you're wrong!
I don't care about your muscles 'cause my 9 is domes (Ha ha!)
So here we go again, jack in effect (Yeah!)
A candy-painted Blazer chased the driver, 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 pulled an AK and now I'm "Mayday!"
("OH SHIT, HE GOT E-DOG!") On the concrete I lay!
He walks up slowly, he looks me in my eye
to my temple, so I know I'm gonna die!
(Lil' cake-ass gang nigga, you can't jack for D's! See ya!)
*gun cocking, shot* (C'mon, let's go, nigga!)
(Shouldn't have a sucka, nigga!) *door closing*
(Punk motherfucker!! Yeah!) *car off*

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