Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Trippin

I was told not long ago, "Too short, dont stop rap"
Now every time I grab the mic I rock you like that
8 years ago when I to rap I use to sell tapes everywhere
It was me and my homeboy Freddy B, yo, 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 east bay spot
All the 85 boys with their hands in the air
"Too short, just stop"

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

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

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

Then one day, like that, homeboy jumped on my tip
You spreadin 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 but the word went 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, stop that rap"
Now every time you see my face, you say Im smokin
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 that rap
Every I grab the mic, my bankrolls gettin fat
Freaky tales took care of that, you Im comin up
'Cause every time you see my face, Im all so tough
When I the cut, the freaky tales, I started picturin this
I named my album 'Born to with the cleanest raps 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 got out of jail, jumped right back on that pipe
Your sisters boyfriend told you, man, Im smokin every

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