Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Trippin

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

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

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

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

I aint trippin, keep on talkin, you Im smokin that pipe
I got money, homeboy, I even got some of future wifes
Well, my goes 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 the bus one day, next day, I was on the gas
Everybody loved Too Short down the strip

Then one day, just 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 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 heard it all
Im makin big bank now, rockin the crowd, I aint trippin no

Now Im back on top again, I dont stop that rap
Every time I grab the mic, my gettin fat
Freaky tales took 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 started this
I named my album 'Born to Mack with the cleanest raps and

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

Then you came to my show and stood so damn bold
Said, "Too Short, man, you smokin" and Im here drapin' gold
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, jettin and caddies keep on dippin
You keep talkin all crap, I aint trippin