Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Trippin

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

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

Like Park, like Plymouth Rock, First street and Sunny side
Like sobrante park and brookefield, East Oakland, yeah, 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 cold in the game

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

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

Then one day, just like that, homeboy on my tip
You started spreadin rumors, man, said you saw me in jail
No, I came down to the flatlands
I was chillin the homies on the hill

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

Now Im on top again, I still dont stop that rap
time I grab the mic, my bankrolls gettin fat
Freaky tales took care of that, you know Im up
every time 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 raps and beats

Everything was kickin in, me and Ran kept cashin
Next thing I know there you go, 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 show and 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 squash it off, I kicked on and wrote you all the rhyme
rollin, beemers jettin and caddies keep on dippin
You talkin all that crap, I aint trippin