Luyện nghe bài hát You Can't Slip

Verse 1: Sir
You can't slip, the pimpin' game is not about the sex
You gots to be a to keep them thangs in check
I used to run 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
'em up to Canada so Johnny's could wit 'em
Show them fake ID's so we step across the border
We hit the nearest hotel, and like that, I'm orders
Two thousand dollars and she'll make you lose morals
We increase the profit if the trick wants to get oral
Rappers to claim 'bout how they know the pimpin' game
How can you run the ladies you're only 17?
I speak from experience 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 guns
But I was slippin' 'cause the pimpin' game was
took a trick out to the suite so he could toss
911 is crazy on my pager
I the trunk button and I load the 12 gauge
Back to the 'tel 'cause I'm down to get my
a trick quick if he's beatin' on my female
Kickin' down the door and ain't in the suite
I never let my take them tricks out on the street
If I wasn't slippin' then the couldn't kill her
Body found face down, floatin' in the green

You slip! Not in this 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 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 roll 'em up and 'em scared (Huhh??)
High sightin' nigga rollin danks my set (Don't do it!)
Drops 6-4, gives my no respect (None!)
But when we starts the loc'in' up, the fool will the chokin' up
And are gettin' broken up, a jack move! (Give it up!)
A straight 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 it's time to 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 'bout the dividends and not about the (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 shows I'm
But if you think I'm gonna stop life, well you're wrong!
I don't care about muscles 'cause my 9 is pluggin' domes (Ha ha!)
So here we go again, another jack in (Yeah!)
A candy-painted Blazer chased the driver, him wreck (Get him!)
And if he tries to run then I just smoke him on the
But little do I know, a lesson to be taught
The brother an AK and now I'm yellin' "Mayday!"
("OH SHIT, HE GOT E-DOG!") On the concrete I lay!
He walks up slowly, then he me in my eye
to my temple, so I know I'm gonna die!
(Lil' cake-ass gang nigga, you can't jack for 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 can't slip. Oh, you pull them pants up, champ. Huh huh.
You slip. Gots to be a gangsta, huh?
Well, you slip!
organ music*
Yeah, a lot of young brothers is constantly tellin' me how growin'.
Well, I'm just tryin' to you where you're goin'.
You slip. Peace.