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 call girls 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 roll a Caddy
Females were my business, you call me the Mack Daddy
But came so easy to me, I didn't have to hit 'em
Roll 'em up to Canada so Johnny's wit 'em
Show them fake ID's so we could step across the
We hit the nearest hotel, and like that, I'm takin'
Two thousand dollars and she'll make you lose morals
We increase the profit if the trick wants to get oral
like to claim 'bout how they know the pimpin' game
How can you run the ladies you're only 17?
I speak from when I say "Turn around!"
'Cause I was rollin' heavy 'till one female me down
She was only 17 but she was 21
5'9", street-tough and guns
But I was slippin' 'cause the game was soft
Baby took a out to the suite so he could toss
911 is flashin' on my pager
I pushed the trunk button and I the 12 gauge
Back to the 'tel I'm down to get my mail
Smoke a trick if he's beatin' on my female
Kickin' down the door and nobody in the suite
I never let my agents take them tricks out on the
If I wasn't then the psycho couldn't kill her
Body found down, floatin' in the green river

You can't slip! Not in this game, chief!
No no, you slip!
You slip.
Yo E-Dog, tell them what's up that 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 in gold and lookin' phat (Yeah!)
'Cause the 1990's and you got to be prepared
Or a nigga like the E'll roll 'em up and keep 'em (Huhh??)
sightin' nigga rollin danks through my set (Don't do it!)
Drops 6-4, gives my homies no (None!)
But when we starts the loc'in' up, the fool will the chokin' up
And bones are gettin' up, a jack move! (Give it up!)
A jack on a fella with a fat sack
Comin' out missin' when you're slippin' on the fast (Yeah!)
through servin' but you went out gettin' served (Peace!)
Got you for Daytons then we beat you to the curb (Huh!)
Now time to slang them thangs and come up on a grip (Yeah!)
Trade him for ounces so that I can clock my chips (Get paid!)
Say it's the dividends and not about the fame (Yep!)
But 'till I let you know, the E-D-O-G is my (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 this life, well you're wrong!
I don't care your muscles 'cause my 9 is pluggin' domes (Ha ha!)
So here we go again, jack in effect (Yeah!)
A candy-painted Blazer 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 brother pulled an AK and now I'm "Mayday!"
("OH SHIT, HE GOT E-DOG!") On the concrete I lay!
He walks up slowly, then he me in my eye
Barrel to my temple, so I know I'm die!
(Lil' cake-ass nigga, you can't jack for these D's! See ya!)
*gun cocking, shot* (C'mon, let's go, nigga!)
(Shouldn't been a sucka, nigga!) *door closing*
(Punk motherfucker!! Yeah!) skids off*

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