Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Trippin

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

Everybody my raps like 100 dollar bills
I rocked house parties on 98th, rocked in the 69 vill
Might find me on the mic at hot lips house or at the bay dragon spot
All the 85 with 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 my name
It was all in the papers, on the evening
I was cold in the game

Around time, a friend of mine, My homeboy Lionel B
Hooked me up like this, yo on the stage just the beat
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, keep on talkin, you think Im smokin that
I got money, homeboy, I even got some of your wifes
Well, my goes like this, man, I smooth went out on wax
Singin girl, thats your life, funk and short rap
Silky D worked the beat, kicked me cold cash
I was ridin the bus one day, day, I was on the gas
Everybody loved Too Short down the strip

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

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 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 back on top again, I still dont stop 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
I made the cut, the freaky tales, I started picturin this
I named my album 'Born to with the cleanest raps and beats

Everything was in, me and Ran kept cashin checks
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

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