Luyện nghe bài hát Not Alike

Tay Keith, fuck niggas up

Brain dead, eye
Pain meds,
bed, iPod
Maybach, my
Trainwrecks,
Pay less,
K-Fed,
Playtex, ice
how much we have in common (yeah!)
That's how much we have in (whoa!)
Up on this mic, we on it
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 (yeah!)

I don't do Jordans and
I do and Molotovs
blowing smoke as if y'all ain't washed
I blow the smoke from the car
Flying to a party I am not invited to, like the streets need me (woah)
I ain't gotta dance as long as my Ferrari Spyder move, 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 white and cool G-Eazy
While these dudes figure out how to do a freestyle as fly as me
I'm confused trying to out how to do Capri styles, am I a G?
Everybody doing chick joints, probably rob little dudes at fist point
Remember everybody to bite Nickel, now everybody doing Bitcoin
We don't got in common (no)
We don't got nothing in (no)

Y'all in the stuff like doubled-up Styrofoam cups on them (woo!)
I'm into stuff like doubling
me a brother who's solid
To count the up, then bust the shit down
When the cops set us up, we can flush the shit
We can no give a fuck, shit, a fucking
your cock and your butt for a follower
Possible cup, for dollars you powder
Now slipping, call it a power trip
A product of
Y'all went 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 sound like Dr. Seuss inspired it
Hiring strippers, retiring
We can it for ya it Vans
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
That's how much we have in (yeah!)
how much we have in common (whoa!)
Up on mic, we we're on it
how much we have in common (yeah!)
That's how much we in common (woo!)
That's how much we in common
We are not alike, there's not us on the mic (yeah!)

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

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

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

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

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

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