Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Trippin

I was told not long ago, "Too short, stop that rap"
Now time I grab the mic I rock you just like that
8 years ago when I started to rap I use to sell tapes
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 rocked in the 69
Might find me on the mic at hot lips house or at the east bay dragon
All the 85 boys their hands in the air screamin
"Too short, dont stop"

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

Around time, a friend of mine, My homeboy Lionel 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 are just some dirty times, I aint trippin on you

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

Then one day, like that, homeboy jumped on my tip
You started spreadin rumors, man, said you saw me in jail
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 heard it all
Im makin big bank now, rockin the crowd, I aint trippin no

Now Im on top again, I still dont stop that rap
Every time I grab the mic, my bankrolls fat
tales took care of that, you know Im comin up
'Cause every time you see my face, Im rollin all so
When I the cut, the freaky 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 said I just got out of jail, right back on that pipe
sisters boyfriend told you, man, Im smokin every night

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