Luyện nghe bài hát Not Alike

Tay Keith, these niggas up

Brain dead, eye
Pain meds,
bed, iPod
Maybach, my
Trainwrecks,
Pay less,
K-Fed,
Playtex, ice
That's how we have in common (yeah!)
That's how we have in common (whoa!)
Up on mic, we were on it
That's how much we in common (yeah!)
That's how we have in common (woo!)
That's how much we in common
We are not alike, not alike 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
Flying to a party I am not invited to, feeling the streets need me (woah)
I ain't gotta dance as long as my Spyder move, like C Breezy
I don't gotta hire goons, I'd rather try to buy the moon, and breathe
The sky is blue, the tie is new, the Masarati white and like G-Eazy
While these dudes tryna figure out how to do a as fly as me
I'm confused to figure out how to do Capri styles, am I a G?
Everybody doing chick joints, probably rob these little at fist point
Remember everybody used to Nickel, now everybody doing Bitcoin
We don't got in common (no)
We don't got in common (no)

Y'all in the stuff like doubled-up Styrofoam cups on them (woo!)
I'm into stuff like doubling
Find me a who's solid
To the shit up, then bust the shit down
When the cops set us up, we can flush the shit
We can no a fuck, shit, a fucking Kehlani
Selling your cock and your butt for a
Possible cup, for you powder sniff
Now slipping, call it a power trip
A of politics
Y'all went profit and topping the charts
To dropped in the in a pile of shit
Knowledge is power, but if you got it and you do not acknowledge it
Y'all music sound like Dr. inspired it
Hiring strippers, retiring
We can it for ya it Vans
I'm fit to be king, cut out to fit in prince pants
You

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

You say you're affiliated with murderers, (ayy)
The people you run with are (gang)
But you're a wanna be gunner (gang)
Like you was gonna do
like you catching bodies (ayy)
And you got juice, lil youngin', you're
You ain't never even been charged in with battery, bitch, you ain't plugged in to nothing
Rap god spit bullets (boom)
And gats cock, your better tool up
has not to do with muscular
But have guns for sure, you put up
Strap on, in words if you're a gunner
Roll up your (gang)
You're gon' a arsenal
'Cause bar is over your head
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 cock-sucker, he must be feeling himself
He to keep up
It's tough to me now, so he does a
Decides to team up with
But next time you don't use Tech N9ne if you wanna come 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 on my daughter 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 silencer on this little blond fairy, cornball taking shots at me
not ready, fool, break yourself like Rocksteady Crew
Obviously, I'm not getting
We can get it poppin' Redenbach, letting off like Remy Ma
Heavy artillery, deal a harsh with a hard shell
Put a heart in bigger than Bizarre's belly

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

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

Invisible with the pen, I'm at the 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, difficult prick, a little bit unpredictable
I the formiddable, that you're bitches are fucking with the original
I can say that me and are identical
But not us, the only thing we have in is I'm a dick and you suck
Otherwise one has to do with the other
comes close to
Skunk, bug,
Tongue, shrub,
One mother
Sponge, mob,
None, rug,
Lug, nut,
Lung, jug
Young poster
Unplugged

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