Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Trippin

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

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

Like Park, like 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 my name
It was all in the papers, on the news
I was stone in the game

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

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

Then one day, 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 chillin the homies on the hill

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

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

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

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