Luyện nghe bài hát T.I. Vs. T.I.P.

[Rap Verse: T.I. + (T.I.P. ego)]
I wanna talk to you (Why?)'Cause you be trippin' sometimes
(Man I'm trying stay true to what I say in my rhymes)
It ain't a doubt in my mind, but you got a lot on the
You need to 'bout yo' actions (Why?)
You be (Man)
at Cap and K.T. listen to K.P.
(What about 'em; where the fuck this come from?)
Or to a J.G. to mama or D.P
Or shawty shit you be makin' me sick (Nigga fuck you!)
You'd be a fool if you blow this lick (Alright alright)
This the of a lifetime, you know this shit
what Jarmel told us "stay focused Tip" (I remember nigga)
(Man but they be me shawty)
be tryin' you how?
Hey let them tell it, you was just another guy in the
(Naw, but they be too loud)
Man you be listenin' too
Just pay these niggas no and keep fuckin' they broads (Alright)
I know you harder than these niggas (Yeah) and smarter than niggas (Yeah)
More heart than these (Yeah)
Quit worryin' thses niggas
(Hey man fuck these I'm from Bankhead and I don't know where you stayed at)
(But talkin' sideways my back, I never played that)
(Since you become a payed cat T.I. you so laid back)
(I wonder where lil' bad ass Tip from in the day at)
Man that nigga had to back there so we could be that
Nigga on TV and FYI we got the P
Hold up shawty Jack (What?)
"Lame" I'll be that (Yeah OK)
Changed my name a thousand and still a G believe that
(Oh yeah we go Ki's)
(That nigga from back)
You see what I be sayin' 'bout this nigga (What Shit)
I believe that
You listenin' is ya?
You got issues I got kids, 2 boys a lil'
(Hey I know nigga they my too)
You know it's one false and it's back to the big house
The judge our ass "one more time" and we ain't gettin' out
(I say that)
Be thinkin' 'bout outside in the sunshine (Ho)
Watchin' nigga's heads get buck for cuttin' the line
Hey shawty you ain't 'posed to make the same mistake more than one
(And I ain't made the same twice since uh '99)
Please, boy stop don't get me started folk not the time
And let's just do this my way get paid and have a lot of time
Plenty fine bitches, who gon' pull you is?
(Man you Tip got the hoes)
And Tip got gold teeth (What that mean? What you tryna say nigga?)
Mine got jobs, credit and they own features
(And boost clothes, sell 'dro, got the blow cheap)
(I guess it's depend on what ya like folk) That's right folk
(And I was kiddin' 'bout them kites folk) Heh, alright folk
(I'm really glad we had a chance to sit it and rap a tad)
(I you had a couple points, sometimes I act a ass)
Hey but it is so to keep it real though just like ya said
No record deal, no amount of shall go to my head
(And with that said can't tell us shit, so fuck the hatin')
How niggaz real enough to stand and give theyself a straightenin'?