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 like that
8 years ago when I started to rap I use to sell tapes
It was me and my Freddy B, yo, kickin it like big players

Everybody loved my like 100 dollar bills
I rocked house parties on 98th, even rocked in the 69
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, dont stop"

Like Royal Park, like Rock, First street and Sunny side
Like sobrante park and brookefield, East Oakland, yeah, thats
5 ago I continued to rock and if you havent yet heard my name
It was all in the papers, on the news
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 the beat
Some say I have a dirty mind, sometimes that be true
But these are just some dirty times, I aint on you

I trippin, keep on talkin, you think Im smokin that pipe
I got money, homeboy, I got some of your future wifes
Well, my story goes this, man, I smooth went out on wax
Singin girl, thats 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 loved Too Short down the strip

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

I aint trippin but the went out, Sir Too Short was through
Cant say where it all began, so Ima blamin it all on you
Everybody use to say, "Too Short, dont 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 back on top again, I still dont stop rap
Every time I the mic, my bankrolls gettin fat
Freaky took care of that, you know Im comin 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 cleanest raps and

Everything was kickin in, me and Ran kept cashin
Next thing I know there you go, guess on my tip?
You said I just got out of jail, jumped right back on that
Your sisters 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 standin here drapin'
I aint no more, really aint worth my time
So to squash it off, I on back and wrote you all the rhyme
Benzes rollin, beemers jettin and caddies on dippin
You keep talkin all that crap, I aint