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 some call and pimp 'em just for fun
But you should see how the gangsters can us pimps r-r-run!
Back in '82 I used to a gold Caddy
were my business, you could call me the Mack Daddy
But pimpin' so easy to me, I didn't have to hit 'em
Roll 'em up to so Johnny's could wit 'em
Show them fake so we could step across the border
We hit the nearest hotel, and like that, I'm takin'
Two thousand dollars and she'll make you lose morals
We must the profit if the trick wants to get oral
Rappers like to claim 'bout how they the pimpin' game
How can you run the ladies you're only 17?
I from experience when I say "Turn around!"
'Cause I was rollin' heavy one female took me down
She was only 17 but she was 21
5'9", street-tough and packin'
But I was slippin' 'cause the game was soft
took a trick out to the suite so he could toss
911 is flashin' on my pager
I pushed the trunk button and I load the 12
Back to the 'tel 'cause I'm to get my mail
Smoke a trick if he's beatin' on my female
Kickin' down the and ain't nobody in the suite
I never let my take them tricks out on the street
If I wasn't slippin' 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, tell them what's up with slangin' and bangin', chief!

2: E-Dog (Mix-a-Lot)
You can't slip when rollin' through the hood without your strap (Hell
no!)
Especially when rims are dipped in gold and lookin' phat (Yeah!)
it's the 1990's and you got to be prepared
Or a nigga like the E'll roll 'em up and 'em scared (Huhh??)
High nigga rollin danks through my set (Don't do it!)
6-4, gives my homies no respect (None!)
But when we starts the loc'in' up, the fool start the chokin' up
And are gettin' broken up, a jack move! (Give it up!)
A straight jack on a with a fat sack
Comin' out missin' when you're slippin' on the track (Yeah!)
Came through servin' but you out gettin' served (Peace!)
Got you for your Daytons then we beat you to the (Huh!)
Now time to slang them thangs and come up on a grip (Yeah!)
Trade him for some ounces so I can clock my chips (Get paid!)
Say it's 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'
Cross court saggin' and my shows I'm bangin'
But if you I'm gonna stop this life, well you're wrong!
I don't care about your muscles 'cause my 9 is pluggin' (Ha ha!)
So here we go again, another in effect (Yeah!)
A candy-painted Blazer the driver, make him wreck (Get him!)
And if he tries to run 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 up slowly, then he looks me in my eye
Barrel to my temple, so I I'm gonna die!
(Lil' cake-ass gang nigga, you can't for these D's! See ya!)
*gun cocking, shot* (C'mon, go, nigga!) *sirens*
(Shouldn't have a sucka, nigga!) *door closing*
(Punk motherfucker!! Yeah!) skids off*

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!
organ 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.