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 just like
8 years ago when I 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 in the 69 vill
Might find me on the mic at hot lips house or at the east bay spot
All the 85 with their hands in the air screamin
"Too short, just stop"

Like Royal Park, Plymouth Rock, First street and Sunny side
Like sobrante park and brookefield, East Oakland, yeah, thats
5 years ago I 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 friend of mine, My homeboy B
me up like this, yo on the stage just rockin the beat
Some say I have a mind, sometimes that might be true
But are just 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 future
Well, my goes like this, man, I smooth went out on wax
Singin girl, your life, female funk and short rap
Silky D worked the beat, me down cold cash
I was ridin the bus one day, day, I was on the gas
Everybody loved Too Short rollin 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 never came to the flatlands
I was chillin with the homies on the

I aint trippin but the went out, Sir Too Short was through
really say where it all began, so Ima blamin it all on you
Everybody use to say, "Too Short, stop that rap"
Now every you see my face, you say Im smokin 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 still dont that rap
Every time I grab the mic, my gettin fat
Freaky took care of that, you know Im comin up
'Cause time you see my face, Im rollin 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 kept cashin
Next thing I know you go, guess whos on my tip?
You said I got out of jail, jumped right back on that pipe
sisters boyfriend told you, man, Im smokin every night

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