Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Trippin

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

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

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

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

I aint trippin, 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 smooth out on wax
Singin girl, thats your life, female 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

Then one day, just like that, jumped on my tip
You started rumors, man, said you saw me rappin in jail
No, I never came down to the
I was chillin the homies on the hill

I aint trippin but the word went out, Sir Too Short was
really say where it all began, so Ima blamin 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 big bank now, rockin the crowd, I aint trippin no more

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

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

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