Luyện nghe bài hát You Can't Slip

Verse 1: Sir
You can't slip, 'cause the pimpin' game is not 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 should see how the 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 Daddy
But pimpin' came so easy to me, I have to hit 'em
Roll 'em up to Canada so could wit 'em
Show fake ID's so we could step across the border
We hit the hotel, and like that, I'm takin' orders
Two thousand dollars and she'll you lose your morals
We must increase the if the trick wants to get oral
Rappers like to claim 'bout how know the pimpin' game
How can you run the ladies when only 17?
I speak from experience I say "Turn around!"
'Cause I was rollin' heavy one female took me down
She was 17 but she was lookin' 21
5'9", street-tough and packin'
But I was slippin' 'cause the pimpin' game was
took a trick out to the suite so he could toss
911 is flashin' crazy on my
I pushed the trunk button and I the 12 gauge
Back to the 'tel 'cause I'm to get my mail
a trick quick if he's beatin' on my female
Kickin' down the door and nobody in the suite
I never let my agents take them tricks out on the
If I wasn't slippin' then the psycho kill her
Body found face down, floatin' in the river

You can't slip! Not in 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 you're rollin' through the hood without your strap (Hell
no!)
Especially when your rims are dipped in and lookin' phat (Yeah!)
'Cause the 1990's and you got to be prepared
Or a nigga like the E'll roll 'em up and 'em scared (Huhh??)
High sightin' rollin danks 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 start the chokin' up
And bones are broken up, a jack move! (Give it up!)
A straight jack on a fella a fat sack
out missin' when you're slippin' on the fast track (Yeah!)
Came through servin' but you went out served (Peace!)
Got you for Daytons then we beat you to the curb (Huh!)
Now it's time to slang them thangs and come up on a (Yeah!)
Trade him for ounces so that I can clock my chips (Get paid!)
Say 'bout 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 straight addicted to the and the slangin'
Cross court saggin' and my flag shows I'm
But if you think I'm gonna stop life, well you're wrong!
I don't care about your muscles 'cause my 9 is pluggin' (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 smoke him on the spot
But little do I know, there's a 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 know I'm die!
(Lil' cake-ass nigga, you can't jack for these D's! See ya!)
*gun cocking, (C'mon, let's go, nigga!) *sirens*
(Shouldn't have been a sucka, nigga!) closing*
(Punk motherfucker!! Yeah!) skids off*

You slip.
You can't slip. Oh, you better pull 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 constantly me how they growin'.
Well, I'm tryin' to tell you where you're goin'.
You slip. Peace.