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 started to rap I use to sell tapes
It was me and my homeboy Freddy B, yo, kickin it big players

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

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

Around that time, a friend of mine, My Lionel B
Hooked me up like this, yo on the stage rockin the beat
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 like this, man, I smooth out on wax
Singin girl, your life, female funk and short rap
Silky D worked the beat, kicked me down cash
I was ridin the bus one day, day, I was on the gas
Everybody loved Too Short rollin down the

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

I aint trippin but the word went out, Sir Too Short was
Cant 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 now, rockin the crowd, I aint trippin no more

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

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

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