Luyện nghe bài hát Not Alike

Tay Keith, fuck these up

Brain dead, eye
Pain meds,
bed, iPod
Maybach, my
Trainwrecks,
Pay less,
K-Fed,
Playtex, ice
That's how much we have in (yeah!)
That's how much we have in (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 and Molotovs
blowing smoke as if y'all ain't washed
I blow the smoke the car exhaust
Flying to a party I am not invited to, feeling like the streets me (woah)
I ain't dance as long as my Ferrari Spyder move, like C Breezy
I don't 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 like
While dudes tryna figure out how to do a freestyle 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 fist
Remember everybody used to bite Nickel, now everybody doing
We don't got in common (no)
We got nothing in common (no)

Y'all in the stuff doubled-up Styrofoam cups on them uppers-and-downers (woo!)
I'm into stuff like commas
me a brother who's solid
To the shit up, then bust the shit down
When the cops set us up, we can the shit down
We can no a fuck, shit, a fucking Kehlani
Selling your cock and your for a follower
Possible cup, for dollars you powder
Now you're slipping, call it a trip
A of politics
Y'all went from and topping the charts
To dropped in the park in a of shit
Knowledge is power, but powerless if you got it and you do not it
Y'all music sound like Dr. Seuss it
Hiring strippers, prostitutes
We can spit it for ya it
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 in common (yeah!)
That's how much we in common (whoa!)
Up on mic, we we're 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!)

You say you're with murderers, killers (ayy)
The people you run are fucking (gang)
But you're just a be gunner (gang)
Like you was gonna do
Acting like you catching (ayy)
And you got juice, lil youngin', bugging
You ain't never even been in connection with battery, bitch, you ain't plugged in to nothing
Rap god spit bullets (boom)
And cock, your partners better tool up
This has not to do muscular
But have for sure, you better put up
Strap on, in other words if you're a
Roll up with (gang)
You're need a arsenal
'Cause this bar is over your
So you better have arms if you're 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 tough to me now, so he a feature
to team up with Nina
But next time you don't gotta use Tech N9ne if you wanna come at me with a gun
And I'm talking to you but you know who the fuck you are, Kelly
I don't use sublims and sure as fuck sneak-diss
But keep commenting on my daughter
I keep on telling motherfucker, bitches, in case you
Really I need jaw memories, jaw like strawberry or pineapple, apricot
I respond, rarely but this time 'bout to sound off like a fucking cocked semi Glock
god, let me put a silencer on this little non-threatening blond fairy, cornball taking shots at me
You're not ready, fool, break yourself like Rocksteady
Obviously, I'm not through
We can get it like Redenbach, letting off like Remy Ma
artillery, gotta deal a harsh with a hard shell
Put a heart in bigger than Bizarre's belly

Only time ever 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 call 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 that I'll be the 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 hanging over
My code name is groper, I with lotion
I fucked the whole world then I throw the Trojan
the hoes like with home-made 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 throw in the
They both hate to and my hoe play the soak
And I double-edge sworded 'cause one place I poke and I stick and I turn and I motion

Invisible with the pen, I'm at the pinnacle of sick individuals, take my and put the tip in
At minimal, I'm fucking these
I let them on my genitals
I'm a fucking invisible, indefensible, difficult prick, a little bit unpredictable
I spit the formiddable, that bitches are fucking with 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
Young poster
toaster

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