Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Trippin

I was not long ago, "Too short, dont stop 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 Freddy B, yo, kickin it like big

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

Like Royal Park, like Plymouth Rock, street and Sunny side
Like sobrante park and brookefield, East Oakland, yeah, right
5 years ago I continued to rock and if you havent yet 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
Hooked me up 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 smokin that
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 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
Everybody loved Too Short rollin the strip

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

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

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

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