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 businessman to keep them in check
I to run some call girls 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 roll a Caddy
Females were my business, you could call me the Mack
But pimpin' came so easy to me, I 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 takin'
Two thousand dollars and make you lose your morals
We must increase the profit if the trick to get oral
Rappers like to claim 'bout how they the pimpin' game
How can you run the when you're only 17?
I from experience when I say "Turn around!"
I was rollin' heavy 'till one female took me down
She was 17 but she was lookin' 21
5'9", street-tough and guns
But I was slippin' the pimpin' game was soft
Baby took a out to the suite so he could toss
911 is flashin' crazy on my
I pushed the trunk and I load the 12 gauge
Back to the 'tel I'm down to get my mail
Smoke a trick quick if he's beatin' on my
Kickin' the door and ain't nobody in the suite
I never let my agents take them tricks out on the
If I wasn't slippin' the psycho couldn't kill her
Body found face down, floatin' in the green

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

2: E-Dog (Mix-a-Lot)
You can't when you're rollin' through the hood without your strap (Hell
no!)
Especially when your rims are dipped in gold and lookin' (Yeah!)
'Cause it's the and you got to be prepared
Or a nigga like the E'll roll 'em up and '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 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 with a fat
Comin' out missin' when you're on the fast track (Yeah!)
Came servin' but you went out gettin' served (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 some so that I can clock my chips (Get paid!)
Say it's 'bout the and not about the fame (Yep!)
But 'till I let you know, the is my name (Word.)
So now I'm straight addicted to the and the slangin'
court saggin' and my flag shows I'm bangin'
But if you think I'm stop this life, well you're wrong!
I care about your muscles 'cause my 9 is pluggin' domes (Ha ha!)
So here we go again, another jack in (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 lesson to be
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 I'm gonna die!
(Lil' cake-ass gang nigga, you can't for these D's! See ya!)
cocking, shot* (C'mon, let's go, nigga!) *sirens*
(Shouldn't have been a sucka, nigga!) closing*
(Punk motherfucker!! Yeah!) *car 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 organ
Yeah, a lot of young brothers is constantly tellin' me how growin'.
Well, I'm tryin' to tell you where you're goin'.
You slip. Peace.