Luyện nghe bài hát You Can't Slip

Verse 1: Sir
You can't slip, 'cause the pimpin' game is not the sex
You gots to be a businessman to keep them in check
I used to run some call girls and pimp 'em for fun
But you should see how the gangsters can make us 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 Canada so Johnny's wit 'em
Show them fake ID's so we could step across the
We hit the nearest hotel, and like that, I'm orders
Two thousand and she'll make you lose your morals
We must the profit if the trick wants to get oral
Rappers like to claim 'bout how they know the game
How can you run the when you're only 17?
I from 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 '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 button and I load the 12 gauge
Back to the 'tel I'm down to get my mail
Smoke a trick if he's beatin' on my female
Kickin' down the door and ain't in the suite
I never let my agents them tricks out on the street
If I slippin' then the psycho couldn't kill her
Body found face down, in the green river

You can't slip! Not in this 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 slip when you're rollin' through the hood without your strap (Hell
no!)
Especially when rims are dipped in gold and lookin' phat (Yeah!)
'Cause it's the 1990's and you got to be
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 homies no (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 fast (Yeah!)
Came through but you went out gettin' served (Peace!)
Got you for your Daytons then we beat you to the (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 the fame (Yep!)
But 'till I let you know, the is my name (Word.)
So now I'm straight to the jackin' and the slangin'
Cross saggin' and my flag shows I'm bangin'
But if you think I'm gonna stop this life, you're wrong!
I care about your muscles 'cause my 9 is pluggin' 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, a lesson to be taught
The brother pulled an AK and now I'm "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 know I'm die!
(Lil' gang nigga, you can't jack for these D's! See ya!)
*gun cocking, (C'mon, let's go, nigga!) *sirens*
(Shouldn't have been a sucka, nigga!) *door
(Punk motherfucker!! Yeah!) *car off*

You slip.
You can't slip. Oh, you better them pants up, champ. Huh huh.
You can't slip. Gots to be a gangsta,
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.