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 like that
8 years ago when I 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
find me on the mic at hot lips house or at the east bay dragon spot
All the 85 boys with their hands in the air
"Too short, just stop"

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

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

I aint trippin, 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 smooth out on wax
Singin girl, thats life, female funk and short rap
Silky D the beat, kicked me down cold cash
I was ridin the bus one day, day, I was on the gas
Everybody loved Too Short rollin the strip

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

I aint trippin but the word out, Sir Too Short was through
really say where it all began, so Ima blamin 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 trippin no more

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

was kickin in, me and Ran kept cashin checks
Next thing I know there you go, whos on my tip?
You said I just got out of jail, jumped right back on that
Your boyfriend told 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 standin drapin' gold
I trippin no more, really aint worth my time
So to it off, I kicked on back and wrote you all the rhyme
Benzes rollin, beemers jettin and keep on dippin
You keep all that crap, I aint trippin