Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Trippin

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

Everybody loved my raps like 100 bills
I rocked house 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 their hands in the air
"Too short, dont stop"

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

I aint trippin, on talkin, you think Im smokin that pipe
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
loved Too Short rollin down the strip

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

I aint trippin but the word went out, Sir Too Short was
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 crack
Oakland, California, I heard it all
Im makin big now, rockin the crowd, I aint trippin no more

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

Everything was in, me and Ran kept cashin checks
Next thing I there you go, guess whos on my tip?
You said I just got out of jail, jumped right back on pipe
Your sisters boyfriend you, man, Im smokin every night

Then you to my show and stood there so damn bold
Said, "Too Short, man, you smokin" and Im here drapin' 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 that crap, I trippin