Luyện nghe bài hát Not Alike

Tay Keith, fuck these up

Brain dead, eye
meds, cyclops
They bed,
Maybach, my
Trainwrecks,
Pay less,
K-Fed,
Playtex, ice
That's how much we in common (yeah!)
That's how we have in common (whoa!)
Up on mic, we were on it
how much we have in common (yeah!)
That's how we have in common (woo!)
That's how much we have in
We are not alike, there's not us on the mic (yeah!)

I don't do and Audemars
I do and Molotovs
blowing smoke as if y'all ain't washed
I blow the smoke from the car
to a party I am not invited to, feeling like the streets need me (woah)
I gotta dance as long as my Ferrari Spyder move, like C Breezy
I gotta hire goons, I'd rather try to buy the moon, and breathe freely
The sky is blue, the tie is new, the Masarati and cool like G-Eazy
While dudes tryna figure out how to do a freestyle as fly as me
I'm trying to figure out how to do Capri styles, am I a G?
Everybody doing chick joints, probably rob these dudes at fist point
Remember used to bite Nickel, now everybody doing Bitcoin
We don't got nothing in (no)
We don't got nothing in (no)

Y'all in the stuff like doubled-up cups on them uppers-and-downers (woo!)
I'm stuff like doubling commas
Find me a brother who's
To count the shit up, then bust the down
When the set us up, we can flush the shit down
We can no a fuck, shit, a fucking Kehlani
your cock and your butt for a follower
Possible cup, for dollars you powder
Now you're slipping, call it a power
A of politics
Y'all from profit and topping the charts
To dropped in the park in a pile of
is power, but powerless if you got it and you do not acknowledge it
Y'all music like Dr. Seuss inspired it
Hiring strippers, retiring
We can spit it for ya it
I'm fit to be king, you're cut out to fit in pants
You

Brain dead, eye
meds, cyclops
They bed,
Maybach, my
Trainwrecks,
Payless,
K-Fed,
Playtex, ice
how much we have in common (yeah!)
That's how we have in common (whoa!)
Up on this mic, we on it
That's how much we in common (yeah!)
how much we have in common (woo!)
That's how much we in common
We are not alike, not alike us on the mic (yeah!)

You say affiliated with murderers, killers (ayy)
The you run with are fucking (gang)
But just a wanna be gunner (gang)
Like you was gonna do
Acting like you bodies (ayy)
And you got juice, lil youngin', bugging
You ain't never even been charged in connection with battery, bitch, you plugged in to nothing
Rap god spit lyrical (boom)
And gats cock, your better tool up
This has not to do with
But have guns for sure, you put up
Strap on, in other if you're a gunner
up with your (gang)
You're need a arsenal
this bar is over your head
So you better have if you're gonna pull up (skrt)

Oh, you run the streets,
Now you wanna come and fuck me, huh?
This little cock-sucker, he must be feeling
He to keep up
It's to me now, so he does a feature
to team up with Nina
But next time you don't gotta use Tech N9ne if you wanna at me with a sub-machine gun
And I'm talking to you but you already who the fuck you are, Kelly
I don't use sublims and sure as don't sneak-diss
But keep commenting on my daughter
I keep on motherfucker, bitches, in case you forgot
I need jaw memories, jaw like strawberry or pineapple, apricot jelly
I respond, rarely but this time Shady 'bout to sound off like a fucking cocked semi
Demi god, let me put a silencer on little non-threatening blond fairy, cornball taking shots at me
You're not ready, fool, break yourself Rocksteady Crew
Obviously, I'm not getting
We can get it like Redenbach, letting off like Remy Ma
Heavy artillery, gotta deal a harsh with a hard
Put a motherfucking heart in bigger than belly

Only you'll ever say, I lost
You'll be talking 'bout Fetty Wap, better call
Just to try to get me off and you better hope I don't Trick Trick
Bitch, this shit don't fly in our
Punk, you disrespect OG's, R.I.P. Prodigy
in my soul and I told them the moment he signed me that I'll be the most hated, dumb-hated soldier
There's no shame, it's to own it 'cause life is a bitch, it's a bow-legged hoe

But now days are over, I Harvey Weinstein, a bathrobe hanging
My code name is groper, I roleplay lotion
I fucked the whole world I throw away the Trojan
Olay the like with home-made explosives, I blow eighty holes in you
Don't make me go in, I OJ the flows and I'm insult to
Roll dice to globe in and I'm also not ready tryna throw in the
They both hate to and my hoe play the soak
And I double-edge 'cause one place I poke and I stick and I turn and I rotating motion

Invisible the pen, I'm at the pinnacle of sick individuals, take my dick and put the tip in
At minimal, I'm fucking syllables
I let them lick on my
I'm a fucking invisible, indefensible, despicable prick, a little bit unpredictable
I spit the formiddable, that you're bitches are fucking with the
I can say me and Nickel are identical
But not us, the thing we have in common is I'm a dick and you suck
one has nothin' to do with the other
None close to
Skunk, bug,
Tongue, shrub,
One older
Sponge, mob,
None, rug,
Lug, nut,
Lung, jug
Thug poster
Unplugged

That's how much we have in (yeah!)
That's how we have in common (whoa!)
Up on this mic, we on it (yeah)
how much we have in common (yeah!)
That's how much we have in (woo!)
That's how much we have in
We are not alike, there's not us on the mic
(Man, fuck this let's go)