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

I don't do Jordans and
I do explosions and
Y'all blowing smoke as if ain't washed
I the smoke from the car exhaust
Flying to a party I am not invited to, like the streets need me (woah)
I ain't gotta as long as my Ferrari Spyder move, like C Breezy
I don't gotta 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 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, rob these little dudes at fist point
Remember used to bite Nickel, now everybody doing Bitcoin
We got nothing in common (no)
We got nothing in common (no)

Y'all in the stuff like Styrofoam cups on them uppers-and-downers (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 down
We can no a fuck, shit, a fucking Kehlani
Selling your cock and butt for a follower
Possible cup, for you powder sniff
Now slipping, call it a power trip
A of politics
Y'all went from profit and topping the
To dropped in the park in a of shit
is power, but powerless if you got it and you do not acknowledge it
Y'all music sound like Dr. Seuss 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

dead, eye drops
Pain meds,
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 we have in common
We are not alike, not alike us on the mic (yeah!)

You say you're affiliated murderers, killers (ayy)
The people you run 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 charged in connection with battery, bitch, you ain't plugged in to nothing
Rap god spit lyrical (boom)
And cock, your partners better tool up
This has not to do with
But have for sure, you better put up
Strap on, in other words if a gunner
up with your (gang)
You're gon' a arsenal
this bar is over your head
So you have arms 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
tough to me now, so he does a feature
Decides to team up Nina
But next time you don't gotta use Tech N9ne if you wanna come at me a sub-machine gun
And I'm talking to you but you already know who the fuck you are,
I don't use sublims and as fuck don't sneak-diss
But keep commenting on my Hailie
I keep on telling motherfucker, bitches, in you forgot
Really I need jaw memories, jaw like strawberry or pineapple, jelly
I respond, rarely but this time Shady to sound off like a fucking cocked semi Glock
Demi god, let me put a silencer on this little non-threatening blond fairy, cornball shots at me
You're not ready, fool, break yourself like Rocksteady
Obviously, I'm not getting
We can get it poppin' like Redenbach, letting off like Ma
Heavy artillery, gotta deal a harsh with a hard
Put a motherfucking in bigger than Bizarre's belly

Only time you'll ever say, I
You'll be talking 'bout Fetty Wap, call Diddy
Just to try to get me off and you hope I don't call Trick Trick
Bitch, this shit fly in our city
Punk, you don't disrespect OG's, R.I.P.
Soldier in my soul and I told them the moment he signed me I'll be the most hated, dumb-hated soldier
no shame, it's okay 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 with lotion
I fucked the whole then 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 to injury
Roll dice to in and I'm also not ready tryna throw in the colt
They hate to choke and my hoe play the soak
And I double-edge sworded 'cause one place I and I stick and I turn and I rotating motion

Invisible with the pen, I'm at the pinnacle of individuals, take my dick and put the tip in
At minimal, I'm fucking these
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 me and Nickel are identical
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
Thug poster
Unplugged

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