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 them in check
I used to run call girls and pimp 'em just for fun
But you should see how the gangsters can us pimps r-r-run!
Back in '82 I to roll a gold Caddy
Females were my business, you could call me the Daddy
But came so easy to me, I didn't have to hit 'em
'em up to Canada so Johnny's could wit 'em
Show them fake ID's so we could across the border
We hit the nearest hotel, and like that, I'm takin'
Two thousand dollars and she'll make you lose your
We must increase the profit if the trick wants to get
Rappers to claim 'bout how they know the pimpin' game
How can you run the ladies when you're 17?
I from experience when I say "Turn around!"
'Cause I was rollin' heavy 'till one female took me
She was 17 but she was lookin' 21
5'9", and packin' guns
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 and I load the 12 gauge
Back to the 'tel I'm down to get my mail
a trick quick if he's beatin' on my female
Kickin' down the door and ain't nobody in the
I never let my agents take them tricks out on the
If I slippin' then the psycho couldn't kill her
Body found face down, floatin' in the green

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!

Verse 2: (Mix-a-Lot)
You can't slip when you're rollin' through the hood 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 nigga like the E'll 'em up and keep 'em scared (Huhh??)
sightin' nigga rollin danks through my set (Don't do it!)
Drops 6-4, gives my no respect (None!)
But when we starts the up, the fool will start 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 slippin' on the fast track (Yeah!)
Came through but you went out gettin' served (Peace!)
Got you for your Daytons then we you to the curb (Huh!)
Now it's time to slang them thangs and up on a grip (Yeah!)
Trade him for some ounces so that I can clock my (Get paid!)
Say 'bout the dividends and not about the fame (Yep!)
But 'till I let you know, the is my name (Word.)
So now I'm straight addicted to the jackin' and the
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 candy-painted Blazer chased the driver, him wreck (Get him!)
And if he to run then I just 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, he looks me in my eye
Barrel to my temple, so I know I'm die!
(Lil' cake-ass gang nigga, you can't for these D's! See ya!)
cocking, shot* (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 better them pants up, champ. Huh huh.
You slip. Gots to be a gangsta, huh?
Well, you slip!
*creepy music*
Yeah, a lot of young brothers is tellin' me how they growin'.
Well, I'm just tryin' to tell you where goin'.
You slip. Peace.