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 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 could call me the Mack
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 ID's so we step across the border
We hit the nearest hotel, and that, I'm takin' orders
Two thousand dollars and she'll make you lose your
We must increase the profit if the trick to get oral
Rappers to claim 'bout how they know the pimpin' game
How can you run the ladies you're only 17?
I speak experience when I say "Turn around!"
'Cause I was rollin' heavy 'till one took me down
She was only 17 but she was 21
5'9", street-tough and packin'
But I was slippin' 'cause the pimpin' game was
Baby took a out to the suite so he could toss
911 is flashin' on my pager
I pushed the trunk button and I load the 12
to the 'tel 'cause I'm down to get my mail
Smoke a trick quick if he's on my female
down the door and ain't nobody in the suite
I never let my take them tricks out on the street
If I wasn't slippin' then the couldn't kill her
found face down, floatin' in the green river

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

Verse 2: (Mix-a-Lot)
You can't slip you're rollin' through the hood without your strap (Hell
no!)
Especially when your rims are dipped in 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 sightin' rollin danks through my set (Don't do it!)
6-4, gives my homies no respect (None!)
But when we the loc'in' up, the fool will start the chokin' up
And bones are broken up, a jack move! (Give it up!)
A straight jack on a fella a fat sack
Comin' out missin' when you're on the fast track (Yeah!)
Came through servin' but you out gettin' served (Peace!)
Got you for your Daytons then we you to the curb (Huh!)
Now it's time to slang thangs and come up on a grip (Yeah!)
him for some ounces so that I can clock my chips (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 addicted to the jackin' and the slangin'
Cross court saggin' and my flag I'm bangin'
But if you think I'm gonna stop life, well you're wrong!
I don't care about your 'cause my 9 is pluggin' domes (Ha ha!)
So here we go again, jack in effect (Yeah!)
A Blazer chased the driver, make him wreck (Get him!)
And if he tries to run then I just him on the spot
But little do I know, a lesson 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, then he me in my eye
to my temple, so I know 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 been a sucka, nigga!) closing*
(Punk motherfucker!! Yeah!) skids off*

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