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 to keep them thangs in check
I used to run some call girls and 'em just for fun
But you should see how the can make us pimps r-r-run!
Back in '82 I used to roll a gold
Females were my business, you call me the Mack Daddy
But pimpin' came so to me, I didn't have to hit 'em
Roll 'em up to Canada so could wit 'em
Show them fake ID's so we could step across the
We hit the nearest hotel, and that, I'm takin' orders
Two thousand dollars and she'll make you lose morals
We must increase the profit if the trick wants to get
Rappers to claim 'bout how they know the pimpin' game
How can you run the ladies when only 17?
I speak experience when I say "Turn around!"
'Cause I was rollin' 'till one female took me down
She was only 17 but she was 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 the trunk 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 beatin' on my
Kickin' down the and ain't nobody in the suite
I never let my agents them tricks out on the street
If I wasn't slippin' then the psycho kill her
Body found down, floatin' in the green river

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

Verse 2: (Mix-a-Lot)
You can't slip when you're through the hood without your strap (Hell
no!)
Especially when your rims are dipped in gold and lookin' (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 we starts the loc'in' up, the fool will start the chokin' up
And are gettin' broken up, a jack move! (Give it up!)
A straight on a fella with a fat sack
out missin' when you're slippin' on the fast track (Yeah!)
Came through servin' but you went out gettin' (Peace!)
Got you for your then we beat you to the curb (Huh!)
Now it's time to slang them 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 and not about the fame (Yep!)
But 'till I let you know, the E-D-O-G is my (Word.)
So now I'm straight to the jackin' and the slangin'
Cross court saggin' and my flag I'm bangin'
But if you think I'm stop this life, well you're wrong!
I don't care your 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, 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
to my temple, so I know I'm gonna 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 been a sucka, nigga!) *door closing*
(Punk motherfucker!! Yeah!) *car off*

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