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 them thangs in check
I used to run some 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 roll a Caddy
Females were my business, you call me the Mack Daddy
But pimpin' so easy to me, I didn't have to hit 'em
'em up to Canada so Johnny's could wit 'em
Show them ID's so we could step across the border
We hit the nearest hotel, and like that, I'm orders
Two dollars 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 speak experience when I say "Turn around!"
'Cause I was rollin' heavy 'till one female me down
She was only 17 but she was 21
5'9", and packin' guns
But I was slippin' 'cause the game was soft
Baby took a trick out to the suite so he could
911 is flashin' crazy on my
I pushed the trunk and I load the 12 gauge
to the 'tel 'cause I'm down to get my mail
Smoke a trick quick if he's 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 then the psycho couldn't kill her
found face down, floatin' in the green river

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

Verse 2: (Mix-a-Lot)
You can't slip when rollin' through the hood without your strap (Hell
no!)
Especially your rims are dipped in gold and lookin' phat (Yeah!)
'Cause the 1990's and you got to be prepared
Or a nigga the E'll roll 'em up and keep 'em scared (Huhh??)
High sightin' nigga rollin 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' up, a jack move! (Give it up!)
A straight jack on a fella a fat sack
Comin' out missin' when you're slippin' on the 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 ounces so I can clock my chips (Get paid!)
Say it's 'bout the and not about the fame (Yep!)
But 'till I let you know, the E-D-O-G is my (Word.)
So now I'm addicted to the jackin' and the slangin'
court saggin' and my flag shows I'm bangin'
But if you I'm gonna stop this life, well you're wrong!
I don't care about your 'cause my 9 is pluggin' domes (Ha ha!)
So we go again, another jack in effect (Yeah!)
A Blazer chased 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, there's a lesson to be
The pulled an AK and now I'm yellin' "Mayday!"
("OH SHIT, HE GOT E-DOG!") On the concrete 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 gang nigga, you 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!) *car skids

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