Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Trippin

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

Everybody loved my like 100 dollar bills
I rocked house on 98th, even rocked in the 69 vill
find me on the mic at hot lips 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, street and Sunny side
Like sobrante park and brookefield, East Oakland, yeah, right
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 time, a friend of mine, My homeboy Lionel B
Hooked me up like this, yo on the just rockin the beat
Some say I have a dirty mind, sometimes that be true
But these are just some 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, your life, female 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, just that, homeboy jumped on my tip
You started spreadin rumors, man, said you saw me in jail
No, I never came down to the
I was chillin the homies on the hill

I aint trippin but the word went out, Sir Too was through
Cant really say it all began, so Ima blamin 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 bank now, rockin the crowd, I aint no more

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

Everything was kickin in, me and Ran cashin checks
Next thing I know you go, guess whos 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 drapin' gold
I aint trippin no more, really aint my time
So to it off, I kicked on back and wrote you all the rhyme
rollin, beemers jettin and caddies keep on dippin
You talkin all that crap, I aint trippin