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 some girls and pimp 'em just for fun
But you should see how the gangsters can make us r-r-run!
Back in '82 I used to roll a Caddy
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 so Johnny's could wit 'em
Show them fake ID's so we could step across the
We hit the nearest hotel, and like that, I'm takin'
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 the pimpin' game
How can you run the when you're only 17?
I speak from when I say "Turn around!"
'Cause I was rollin' heavy 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 a trick out to the suite so he could toss
911 is crazy on my pager
I pushed the trunk and I load the 12 gauge
to the 'tel 'cause I'm down to get my mail
Smoke a trick if he's beatin' on my female
down the door and ain't nobody in the suite
I let my agents take them tricks out on the street
If I slippin' then the psycho couldn't kill her
Body found face down, floatin' in the river

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

Verse 2: (Mix-a-Lot)
You can't slip when you're rollin' through the hood without your (Hell
no!)
Especially when your rims are dipped in gold and lookin' (Yeah!)
'Cause the 1990's and you got to be prepared
Or a nigga like the roll 'em up and keep 'em scared (Huhh??)
High sightin' rollin danks 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 are gettin' broken up, a jack move! (Give it up!)
A jack on a fella with a fat sack
Comin' out missin' when 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!)
Trade him for some ounces so that I can clock my (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 to the jackin' and the slangin'
court saggin' and my flag shows I'm bangin'
But if you think I'm gonna stop this life, you're wrong!
I don't care your muscles 'cause my 9 is pluggin' domes (Ha ha!)
So we go again, another jack in effect (Yeah!)
A candy-painted Blazer chased the driver, make him (Get him!)
And if he tries to run then I just smoke him on the
But little do I know, there's a to be taught
The brother pulled an AK and now I'm "Mayday!"
*gunshots* ("OH SHIT, HE GOT E-DOG!") On the I lay!
He walks up slowly, he looks me in my eye
to my temple, so I know I'm gonna die!
(Lil' gang nigga, you can't jack for these 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 skids

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