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 them thangs in check
I used to run some call girls and '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
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 them ID's so we could step across the border
We hit the hotel, and like that, I'm takin' orders
Two thousand dollars and she'll make you lose your
We increase the profit if the trick wants to get oral
Rappers like to claim 'bout how they the pimpin' game
How can you run the ladies when 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", street-tough and guns
But I was 'cause the pimpin' game was soft
Baby a trick out to the suite so he could toss
911 is flashin' crazy on my
I pushed the trunk button and I the 12 gauge
Back to the 'tel 'cause I'm to get my mail
Smoke a trick quick if beatin' on my female
Kickin' down the and ain't nobody in the suite
I never let my agents take tricks out on the street
If I slippin' then the psycho couldn't kill her
found face 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 with that and bangin', chief!

Verse 2: (Mix-a-Lot)
You can't slip when rollin' through the hood without your strap (Hell
no!)
Especially your rims are dipped in gold and lookin' phat (Yeah!)
'Cause it's the and you got to be prepared
Or a nigga the E'll roll 'em up and keep 'em scared (Huhh??)
High sightin' nigga 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 a fat sack
Comin' out missin' when you're slippin' on the track (Yeah!)
through servin' but you went out gettin' served (Peace!)
Got you for your Daytons then we beat you to the (Huh!)
Now it's time to slang them thangs and up on a grip (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 I let you know, the E-D-O-G 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 think I'm gonna this life, well you're wrong!
I don't care about your muscles 'cause my 9 is pluggin' (Ha ha!)
So we go again, another jack in effect (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, he looks 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!)
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 can't slip. Oh, you better pull 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.