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 tapes everywhere
It was me and my homeboy Freddy B, yo, kickin it like big

Everybody loved my like 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 bay dragon spot
All the 85 boys with their in the air screamin
"Too short, dont stop"

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then you 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 squash it off, I on back and wrote you all the rhyme
Benzes rollin, beemers and caddies keep on dippin
You talkin all that crap, I aint trippin