Luyện nghe bài hát You Can't Slip

Verse 1: Sir
You can't slip, 'cause the pimpin' is not about the sex
You to be a businessman to keep them thangs 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 to roll a gold Caddy
Females 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 could wit 'em
Show them fake ID's so we could step the border
We hit the nearest hotel, and like that, I'm takin'
Two dollars and she'll make you lose your morals
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 you're 17?
I from experience when 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 packin'
But I was slippin' 'cause the pimpin' was soft
Baby took a trick out to the suite so he toss
911 is crazy on my pager
I pushed the trunk button and I load the 12
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 nobody in the suite
I let my agents take them tricks out on the street
If I wasn't slippin' the psycho couldn't kill her
Body face 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 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 when your rims are dipped in gold and phat (Yeah!)
'Cause it's the 1990's and you got to be
Or a nigga like the E'll 'em up and keep 'em scared (Huhh??)
High sightin' nigga rollin through my set (Don't do it!)
Drops 6-4, my homies 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 jack on a fella a fat sack
Comin' out missin' when you're on the fast track (Yeah!)
Came through but you went out gettin' served (Peace!)
Got you for your Daytons then we beat you to the (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 it's the dividends and not about the fame (Yep!)
But 'till I let you know, the is my name (Word.)
So now I'm addicted to the jackin' and the slangin'
Cross saggin' and my flag shows I'm bangin'
But if you think I'm stop this life, well you're wrong!
I don't care about your 'cause my 9 is pluggin' domes (Ha ha!)
So we go again, another jack in effect (Yeah!)
A candy-painted Blazer the driver, make him wreck (Get him!)
And if he tries to run I just smoke him on the spot
But little do I know, a lesson to be taught
The pulled an AK and now I'm yellin' "Mayday!"
*gunshots* ("OH SHIT, HE GOT E-DOG!") On the I lay!
He walks up slowly, then he me in my eye
Barrel to my temple, so I know I'm die!
(Lil' cake-ass gang nigga, you jack for these D's! See ya!)
*gun cocking, shot* (C'mon, let's go, nigga!)
(Shouldn't have been a sucka, nigga!) *door
(Punk motherfucker!! Yeah!) skids off*

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