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 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 could call me the Mack
But pimpin' came so to me, I didn't have to hit 'em
Roll 'em up to Canada so Johnny's 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 thousand dollars and make you lose your morals
We increase the profit if the trick wants to get oral
Rappers like to claim 'bout how they know the game
How can you run the ladies when only 17?
I speak from when I say "Turn around!"
'Cause I was rollin' '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 could
911 is flashin' on my pager
I pushed the trunk 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
Kickin' the door and ain't nobody in the suite
I never let my agents them tricks out on the street
If I wasn't slippin' then the psycho 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 what's up with that slangin' and bangin', chief!

2: E-Dog (Mix-a-Lot)
You slip when you're rollin' through the hood without your strap (Hell
no!)
when your rims are dipped in gold and lookin' phat (Yeah!)
'Cause it's the and you got to be prepared
Or a like the E'll roll 'em up and keep 'em scared (Huhh??)
High sightin' rollin danks through my set (Don't do it!)
6-4, gives my homies no respect (None!)
But we starts the loc'in' up, the fool will start the chokin' up
And bones are gettin' broken up, a move! (Give it up!)
A straight on a fella with a fat sack
Comin' out missin' you're slippin' on the fast track (Yeah!)
Came through servin' but you went out gettin' (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 some ounces so that I can clock my (Get paid!)
Say it's 'bout the dividends and not about the (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 think I'm gonna stop life, well 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 I just smoke him on the spot
But do I know, there's a lesson to be taught
The pulled 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
to my temple, so I know I'm gonna 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!) skids off*

You slip.
You can't slip. Oh, you better them pants up, champ. Huh huh.
You can't slip. to be a gangsta, huh?
Well, you slip!
organ music*
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.