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 we have in common (yeah!)
That's how much we in common (whoa!)
Up on this mic, we on it
That's how 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!)

I don't do and Audemars
I do and Molotovs
blowing smoke as if y'all ain't washed
I blow the from the car exhaust
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, like C
I don't gotta hire goons, I'd try to buy the moon, and breathe freely
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 dudes at point
everybody used to bite Nickel, now everybody doing Bitcoin
We don't got nothing in (no)
We got nothing in common (no)

Y'all in the stuff like doubled-up cups on them uppers-and-downers (woo!)
I'm into like doubling commas
Find me a who's solid
To count the shit up, bust the shit down
When the cops set us up, we can the shit down
We can no a fuck, shit, a fucking Kehlani
your cock and your butt for a follower
Possible cup, for you powder sniff
Now you're slipping, it a power trip
A of politics
Y'all from profit and topping the charts
To in the park in a pile of shit
Knowledge is power, but powerless if you got it and you do not it
Y'all music sound like Dr. inspired it
Hiring strippers, prostitutes
We can it for ya it Vans
I'm fit to be king, cut out to fit in prince 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 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!)
how much we have in common
We are not alike, not alike us on the mic (yeah!)

You say you're affiliated with murderers, (ayy)
The you run with are fucking (gang)
But you're just a be gunner (gang)
you was gonna do something
Acting like you 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 partners better up
has not to do with muscular
But guns for sure, you better put up
Strap on, in other words if a gunner
Roll up with (gang)
You're gon' a arsenal
'Cause bar is over your head
So you better arms if you're gonna pull up (skrt)

Oh, you run the streets,
Now you wanna come and fuck with me,
little cock-sucker, he must be feeling himself
He wants to up
It's to me now, so he does a feature
Decides to team up with
But next time you gotta use Tech N9ne if you wanna come at me with a sub-machine gun
And I'm talking to you but you know who the fuck you are, Kelly
I use sublims and sure as fuck don't sneak-diss
But keep commenting on my daughter
I keep on telling motherfucker, bitches, in you forgot
Really I need jaw memories, jaw like strawberry or pineapple, 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 non-threatening 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 with a hard shell
Put a heart in bigger than Bizarre's belly

time 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 call Trick
Bitch, this shit fly in our city
Punk, you don't disrespect OG's, R.I.P.
Soldier in my 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 okay to own it 'cause life is a bitch, it's a hoe

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

Invisible with the pen, I'm at the pinnacle of sick individuals, my dick and put the tip in
At minimal, I'm fucking syllables
I let them on my genitals
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 that me and Nickel are
But not us, the only thing we in common is I'm a dick and you suck
one has nothin' to do with the other
None comes to
Skunk, bug,
Tongue, shrub,
One mother
Sponge, mob,
None, rug,
Lug, nut,
Lung, jug
Young Thug
Unplugged

That's how we have in common (yeah!)
how much we have in common (whoa!)
Up on this mic, we on it (yeah)
That's how much we 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
(Man, fuck this let's go)