Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Trippin

I was not long ago, "Too short, dont stop that rap"
Now every time I the mic I rock you just like that
8 ago when I started to rap I use to sell tapes everywhere
It was me and my homeboy Freddy B, yo, kickin it big players

Everybody loved my like 100 dollar bills
I rocked house parties on 98th, even rocked in the 69
Might find me on the mic at hot lips house or at the east bay spot
All the 85 boys with hands in the air screamin
"Too short, dont stop"

Like Royal Park, Plymouth Rock, First street and Sunny side
Like sobrante park and brookefield, East Oakland, yeah, thats
5 years ago I continued to rock and if you havent yet heard my
It was all in the papers, on the evening
I was cold in the game

Around that time, a friend of mine, My Lionel B
Hooked me up like this, yo on the stage just rockin the
Some say I have a mind, sometimes that might be true
But these are just some dirty times, I aint on you

I trippin, keep on talkin, you think Im smokin that pipe
I got money, homeboy, I even got some of your wifes
Well, my story goes like this, man, I went out on wax
Singin girl, thats life, female funk and short rap
D worked the beat, kicked me down cold cash
I was the bus one day, next day, I was on the gas
Everybody loved Too Short rollin down the

one day, just like that, homeboy jumped on my tip
You started spreadin rumors, man, said you saw me rappin in
No, I never came to the flatlands
I was with the homies on the hill

I aint trippin but the word out, Sir Too Short was through
Cant really say where it all began, so Ima it all on you
Everybody use to say, "Too Short, dont stop rap"
Now every you see my face, you say Im smokin crack
Oakland, California, I it all before
Im makin big bank now, rockin the crowd, I trippin no more

Now Im back on top again, I still dont stop rap
time I grab the mic, my bankrolls gettin fat
Freaky took care of that, you know Im comin up
'Cause every you see my face, Im rollin all so tough
When I made the cut, the freaky tales, I picturin this
I named my album 'Born to Mack with the cleanest and beats

Everything was kickin in, me and Ran cashin checks
Next thing I there you go, guess whos on my tip?
You said I just got out of jail, right back on that pipe
sisters boyfriend told you, man, Im smokin every night

Then you came to my and stood there so damn bold
Said, "Too Short, man, you smokin" and Im here drapin' gold
I aint trippin no more, really aint worth my
So to it off, I kicked on back and wrote you all the rhyme
Benzes rollin, beemers and caddies keep on dippin
You keep talkin all crap, I aint trippin