Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Trippin

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

Everybody my raps like 100 dollar 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 with their hands in the air screamin
"Too short, just stop"

Like Royal Park, like Plymouth Rock, First street and side
Like sobrante and brookefield, East 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 evening
I was stone in the game

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 dirty mind, that might be true
But are just some dirty times, I aint trippin on you

I aint trippin, on talkin, you think Im smokin that pipe
I got money, homeboy, I even got some of your future
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 cold
I was ridin the bus one day, day, I was on the gas
Everybody Too Short rollin down the strip

Then one day, just like that, jumped on my tip
You started spreadin rumors, man, said you saw me rappin in
No, I never down to the flatlands
I was with the homies on the hill

I aint trippin but the 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 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 on top again, I still dont stop that rap
time I grab the mic, my bankrolls gettin fat
Freaky tales care of that, you know Im comin up
'Cause time you see my face, Im rollin all so tough
When I made the cut, the tales, I started picturin this
I named my album 'Born to Mack with the cleanest raps and

was kickin in, me and Ran kept cashin checks
Next I know there you go, guess whos on my tip?
You I just got out of jail, jumped 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 my time
So to squash it off, I on back and wrote you all the rhyme
Benzes rollin, beemers and caddies keep on dippin
You keep talkin all crap, I aint trippin