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 used to run some call 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 gold
Females were my business, you could call me the Mack
But pimpin' came so easy to me, I have to hit 'em
'em up to Canada 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 and she'll make you lose your morals
We must increase the profit if the wants to get oral
Rappers like to 'bout 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' heavy 'till one female took me
She was only 17 but she was 21
5'9", street-tough and packin'
But I was slippin' 'cause the pimpin' game was
Baby took a trick out to the suite so he toss
911 is crazy on my pager
I pushed the button and I load the 12 gauge
Back to the 'tel 'cause I'm down to get my
Smoke a trick quick if he's on my female
Kickin' down the door and ain't nobody in the
I never let my agents them tricks out on the street
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 up with that slangin' and bangin', chief!

Verse 2: (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 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 nigga rollin danks through my set (Don't do it!)
Drops 6-4, gives my no respect (None!)
But when we starts the loc'in' up, the fool 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 your Daytons then we beat you to the (Huh!)
Now time to slang them thangs and come up on a grip (Yeah!)
Trade him for some ounces so I can clock my chips (Get paid!)
Say it's 'bout the dividends and not 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 and my flag shows I'm bangin'
But if you think I'm stop this life, well you're wrong!
I don't care about your muscles 'cause my 9 is domes (Ha ha!)
So here we go again, another in effect (Yeah!)
A candy-painted Blazer chased the driver, make him (Get him!)
And if he to run then I just smoke him on the spot
But little do I know, there's a lesson to be
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
Barrel to my temple, so I know I'm die!
(Lil' cake-ass gang nigga, you jack for these D's! See ya!)
*gun cocking, shot* (C'mon, let's go, nigga!)
(Shouldn't have been a sucka, nigga!) closing*
(Punk motherfucker!! Yeah!) *car skids

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