Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Trippin

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

Everybody loved my raps like 100 dollar
I rocked house parties on 98th, rocked in the 69 vill
Might find me on the mic at hot house or at the east bay dragon spot
All the 85 boys their hands in the air screamin
"Too short, dont stop"

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

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

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

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

I aint trippin but the word went out, Sir Too was through
Cant say where it all began, so Ima blamin it all on you
use to say, "Too Short, dont 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 that rap
Every I grab the mic, my bankrolls gettin fat
Freaky took 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 tales, I started picturin this
I my album 'Born to Mack with the cleanest raps and beats

Everything was 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, jumped right back on pipe
Your boyfriend told you, man, Im smokin every night

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