Luyện nghe bài hát You Can't Slip

Verse 1: Sir
You can't slip, 'cause the pimpin' is not about the sex
You gots to be a to keep them thangs in check
I used to run some call 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 a gold Caddy
Females were my business, you could call me the Mack
But came so easy to me, I didn't have to hit 'em
Roll 'em up to so Johnny's could wit 'em
them fake ID's so we could step across the border
We hit the nearest hotel, and like that, I'm orders
Two thousand dollars and she'll you lose your morals
We must increase the profit if the trick to get oral
like 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 one female took me down
She was only 17 but she was 21
5'9", street-tough and guns
But I was slippin' the pimpin' game was soft
Baby took a trick out to the suite so he toss
911 is flashin' on my pager
I the trunk button and I load the 12 gauge
Back to the 'cause I'm down to get my mail
Smoke a trick quick if he's on my female
Kickin' down the and ain't nobody in the suite
I never let my agents take tricks out on the street
If I wasn't slippin' then the couldn't kill her
Body found face down, floatin' in the river

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 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 nigga the E'll roll 'em up and keep 'em scared (Huhh??)
sightin' nigga 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 bones are broken up, a jack move! (Give it up!)
A jack on a fella with a fat sack
out missin' when you're 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 so that I can clock my chips (Get paid!)
Say it's 'bout the and not about the fame (Yep!)
But I let you know, the E-D-O-G is my name (Word.)
So now I'm addicted to the jackin' and the slangin'
Cross court and my flag shows I'm bangin'
But if you think I'm gonna stop this life, well wrong!
I don't care about muscles 'cause my 9 is pluggin' domes (Ha ha!)
So here we go again, another in effect (Yeah!)
A candy-painted 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, he looks me in my eye
Barrel to my temple, so I know I'm die!
(Lil' gang nigga, you can't jack 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 slip. Oh, you better pull them pants up, champ. Huh huh.
You slip. Gots 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 you where you're goin'.
You slip. Peace.