Luyện nghe bài hát You Can't Slip

Verse 1: Sir
You slip, 'cause the pimpin' game is not about the sex
You gots to be a businessman to keep them in check
I to run some call 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 a gold Caddy
Females were my business, you could call me the Daddy
But pimpin' came so to me, I didn't have to hit 'em
Roll 'em up to Canada so could wit 'em
them fake ID's so we could step across the border
We hit the hotel, and like that, I'm takin' orders
Two thousand and she'll make you lose your morals
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 when only 17?
I from experience when I say "Turn around!"
I was rollin' heavy 'till one female took me down
She was only 17 but she was 21
5'9", and packin' guns
But I was slippin' the pimpin' game was soft
Baby took a trick out to the so he could toss
911 is flashin' crazy on my
I pushed the trunk button and I the 12 gauge
Back to the 'tel I'm down to get my mail
Smoke a quick if he's beatin' on my female
Kickin' down the door and ain't nobody in the
I never let my agents take tricks out on the street
If I wasn't slippin' then the couldn't kill her
Body face down, floatin' in the green 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!

2: E-Dog (Mix-a-Lot)
You can't slip when you're rollin' through the without your strap (Hell
no!)
Especially your rims are dipped in gold and lookin' phat (Yeah!)
'Cause the 1990's and you got to be prepared
Or a nigga like the E'll 'em up and keep 'em scared (Huhh??)
High sightin' rollin danks through my set (Don't do it!)
Drops 6-4, gives my no respect (None!)
But when we the loc'in' up, the fool will start the chokin' up
And bones are gettin' broken up, a move! (Give it up!)
A straight jack on a fella 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 ounces 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 straight addicted to the and the slangin'
Cross court saggin' and my flag I'm bangin'
But if you think I'm gonna stop this life, well wrong!
I don't care about your muscles 'cause my 9 is pluggin' (Ha ha!)
So we go again, another jack in effect (Yeah!)
A candy-painted chased the driver, make him wreck (Get him!)
And if he tries to run then I smoke him on the spot
But little do I know, there's a to be taught
The pulled an AK and now I'm yellin' "Mayday!"
("OH SHIT, HE GOT E-DOG!") On the concrete I lay!
He walks up slowly, he looks me in my eye
to my temple, so I know I'm gonna die!
(Lil' cake-ass nigga, you can't 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 slip. Oh, you better pull them pants up, champ. Huh huh.
You slip. Gots to be a gangsta, huh?
Well, you slip!
*creepy music*
Yeah, a lot of young brothers is constantly tellin' me how growin'.
Well, I'm just tryin' to tell you where goin'.
You slip. Peace.