Luyện nghe bài hát T.I. Vs. T.I.P.

[Rap T.I. + (T.I.P. alter ego)]
I wanna talk to you (Why?)'Cause you be trippin' sometimes
(Man I'm just stay true to what I say in my rhymes)
It ain't a in my mind, but you got a lot on the line
You to think 'bout yo' actions (Why?)
You be (Man)
Look at Cap and K.T. to K.P.
(What about 'em; the fuck this shit 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 motherfuckin' fool if you blow lick (Alright alright)
This the chance of a lifetime, you this shit
what Jarmel told us "stay focused Tip" (I remember nigga)
(Man but they be me shawty)
Niggas be tryin' you
Hey let them tell it, you was another guy in the crowd
(Naw, but be talkin' too loud)
Man you be too hard
Just pay these niggas no attention and fuckin' they broads (Alright)
I you harder than these niggas (Yeah) and smarter than these niggas (Yeah)
More heart than niggas (Yeah)
Quit worryin' 'bout thses
(Hey man fuck these niggas I'm from 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
on TV and FYI we got the P back
Hold up freeze Jack (What?)
"Lame" I'll be that (Yeah OK)
Changed my name a thousand times and still a G that
(Oh yeah we go Ki's)
(That nigga overseas back)
You see what I be 'bout this nigga (What man? Shit)
I don't that
You ain't is ya?
You got issues I got kids, 2 a lil' girl
(Hey I know they my kids too)
You know it's one move and it's back to the big house
The judge told our ass "one more time" and we gettin' out
(I say that)
Be thinkin' 'bout standin' in the sunshine (Ho)
nigga's heads get buck for cuttin' the lunch 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 don't get me started folk it's not the time
And let's just do shit my way get paid and have a lot of time
Plenty fine bitches, who gon' shawty you is?
(Man you Tip got the hoes)
And Tip hoes got gold teeth (What that mean? you tryna say nigga?)
Mine got jobs, credit and they own features
(And mine clothes, sell 'dro, got the blow cheap)
(I guess it's just depend on what ya like folk) right folk
(And I was just kiddin' 'bout them kites folk) Heh, alright
(I'm really glad we had a to sit it down and rap a tad)
(I admit you had a couple points, I act a ass)
Hey but it is so important to keep it real just like ya said
No record deal, no amount of mil' go to my head
(And with that said can't nobody tell us shit, so the hatin')
How many niggaz real enough to stand and give a straightenin'?