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 thangs in check
I used to run some call girls and pimp 'em for fun
But you see how the gangsters can make us pimps r-r-run!
Back in '82 I to roll a gold Caddy
were my business, you could call me the Mack Daddy
But pimpin' came so easy to me, I didn't to hit 'em
Roll 'em up to so Johnny's could wit 'em
Show 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 make you lose your
We must the profit if the trick wants to get oral
Rappers like to claim how they know the pimpin' game
How can you run the when you're only 17?
I from experience when I say "Turn around!"
'Cause I was rollin' 'till one female took me down
She was 17 but she was lookin' 21
5'9", and packin' guns
But I was slippin' 'cause the pimpin' was soft
Baby took a trick out to the 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 down to get my
Smoke a trick if he's beatin' on my female
Kickin' down the door and ain't nobody in the
I never let my agents take them out on the street
If I wasn't then the psycho couldn't kill her
Body 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 that slangin' and bangin', chief!

2: E-Dog (Mix-a-Lot)
You can't slip when you're rollin' through the hood your strap (Hell
no!)
when your rims are dipped in gold and lookin' phat (Yeah!)
'Cause it's the 1990's and you got to be
Or a nigga like the E'll roll 'em up and 'em scared (Huhh??)
High sightin' nigga rollin danks my set (Don't do it!)
Drops 6-4, my homies no respect (None!)
But when we starts the loc'in' up, the fool start the chokin' up
And bones are gettin' up, a jack move! (Give it up!)
A straight jack on a with a fat sack
Comin' out missin' you're slippin' on the fast track (Yeah!)
Came through but you went out gettin' served (Peace!)
Got you for your Daytons then we beat you to the (Huh!)
Now it's to slang them thangs and come up on a grip (Yeah!)
Trade him for some ounces so that I can my chips (Get paid!)
Say it's 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 I'm gonna stop this life, well you're wrong!
I don't care about your muscles my 9 is pluggin' domes (Ha ha!)
So here we go again, jack in effect (Yeah!)
A candy-painted Blazer chased the driver, make him (Get him!)
And if he tries to run then I just him on the spot
But do I know, there's a lesson 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 up slowly, then he looks me in my eye
Barrel to my temple, so I know I'm die!
(Lil' cake-ass gang nigga, you can't jack for D's! See ya!)
cocking, shot* (C'mon, let's go, nigga!) *sirens*
(Shouldn't have 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 music*
Yeah, a lot of young is constantly tellin' me how they growin'.
Well, I'm just tryin' to tell you where goin'.
You slip. Peace.