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 businessman to keep them in check
I used to run some girls 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 a gold Caddy
Females were my business, you call me the Mack Daddy
But pimpin' came so easy to me, I have to hit 'em
'em up to Canada so Johnny's could wit 'em
Show them fake ID's so we could step across the
We hit the hotel, and like that, I'm takin' orders
Two thousand dollars and make you lose your morals
We must increase the profit if the wants to get oral
Rappers like to claim 'bout how they the pimpin' game
How can you run the ladies 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 slippin' 'cause the pimpin' was soft
Baby took a trick out to the so he could toss
911 is flashin' crazy on my
I pushed the trunk button and I the 12 gauge
to the 'tel 'cause I'm down to get my mail
Smoke a trick quick if he's on my female
Kickin' down the door and ain't in the suite
I never let my agents take tricks out on the street
If I wasn't slippin' then the psycho 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 you're rollin' through the hood without your strap (Hell
no!)
Especially your rims are dipped in gold and lookin' phat (Yeah!)
'Cause it's the 1990's and you got to be
Or a like the E'll roll 'em up and keep 'em scared (Huhh??)
High sightin' rollin danks through my set (Don't do it!)
6-4, gives 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 jack on a fella with a fat sack
Comin' out missin' you're slippin' on the fast track (Yeah!)
Came through servin' but you out gettin' served (Peace!)
Got you for Daytons then we beat you to the curb (Huh!)
Now time to slang them thangs and come up on a grip (Yeah!)
Trade him for some ounces so that I can my chips (Get paid!)
Say 'bout the dividends and not about the fame (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 this life, well wrong!
I care about 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, him wreck (Get him!)
And if he tries to run then I just smoke him on the
But little do I know, there's a 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 walks up slowly, then he 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, shot* (C'mon, 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 pull them up, champ. Huh huh.
You slip. Gots to be a gangsta, huh?
Well, you slip!
organ music*
Yeah, a lot of young brothers is tellin' me how they growin'.
Well, I'm just tryin' to tell you you're goin'.
You slip. Peace.