Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Trippin

I was told not ago, "Too short, dont stop that rap"
Now every I grab the mic I rock you just like 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 big players

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

Like Royal Park, like Plymouth Rock, First and Sunny side
sobrante park and brookefield, East Oakland, yeah, thats right
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 that time, a 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, that might be true
But these are some dirty times, I aint trippin on you

I aint trippin, keep on talkin, you think Im smokin pipe
I got money, homeboy, I even got of your future wifes
Well, my goes like this, man, I smooth went out on wax
Singin girl, thats your life, female funk and rap
Silky D worked the beat, kicked me down cash
I was ridin the bus one day, 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, you saw me rappin in jail
No, I came down to the flatlands
I was with the homies on the hill

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

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

Everything was kickin in, me and Ran kept 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 boyfriend told you, man, Im smokin every night

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