Luyện nghe bài hát Not Alike

Tay Keith, these niggas up

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

I do Jordans and Audemars
I do and Molotovs
Y'all blowing smoke as if y'all ain't
I blow the from the car exhaust
Flying to a party I am not invited to, feeling like the need me (woah)
I ain't gotta dance as long as my Ferrari Spyder move, C Breezy
I don't gotta hire goons, I'd rather try to buy the moon, and freely
The sky is blue, the tie is new, the Masarati white and like G-Eazy
While dudes tryna figure out how to do a freestyle as fly as me
I'm confused trying to figure out how to do styles, am I a G?
Everybody doing chick joints, probably rob these little dudes at point
Remember everybody used to bite Nickel, now doing Bitcoin
We got nothing in common (no)
We got nothing in common (no)

Y'all in the stuff like doubled-up Styrofoam cups on them (woo!)
I'm into like doubling commas
Find me a brother who's
To the shit up, then bust the shit down
When the cops set us up, we can the shit down
We can no give a fuck, shit, a Kehlani
Selling your cock and your butt for a
cup, for dollars you powder sniff
Now you're slipping, call it a trip
A product of
Y'all from profit 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, retiring
We can spit it for ya it
I'm fit to be king, you're cut out to fit in prince
You

dead, eye drops
Pain meds,
They bed,
Maybach, my
Trainwrecks,
Payless,
K-Fed,
Playtex, ice
how much we have in common (yeah!)
That's how much we in common (whoa!)
Up on this mic, we on it
how much we have in common (yeah!)
That's how much we have in (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 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, partners better tool up
This has not to do with
But have guns for sure, you put up
Strap on, in other if you're a gunner
Roll up your (gang)
You're gon' need a
'Cause this bar is over head
So you have arms if you're gonna pull up (skrt)

Oh, you run the streets,
Now you wanna and fuck with me, huh?
This little cock-sucker, he must be himself
He to keep up
It's to me now, so he does a feature
Decides to up with Nina
But time you don't gotta 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 fuck don't
But commenting on my daughter Hailie
I keep on motherfucker, bitches, in case you forgot
Really I need jaw memories, jaw like strawberry or pineapple, apricot
I respond, rarely but time Shady 'bout to sound off like a fucking cocked semi Glock
Demi god, let me put a silencer on little non-threatening blond fairy, cornball taking shots at me
not ready, fool, break yourself like Rocksteady Crew
Obviously, I'm not through
We can get it poppin' Redenbach, letting off like Remy Ma
Heavy artillery, deal a harsh with a hard shell
Put a motherfucking heart in bigger than belly

Only time you'll ever say, I
You'll be talking 'bout Fetty Wap, better 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 don't disrespect OG's, R.I.P.
Soldier in my soul and I told them the he signed me that I'll be the most hated, dumb-hated soldier
There's no shame, it's okay to own it 'cause 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 hoes with home-made explosives, I blow eighty holes in you
Don't make me go in, I OJ the flows and I'm insult to
Roll dice to globe in and I'm not ready tryna throw in the colt
They both hate to and my hoe play the soak
And I double-edge sworded 'cause one I poke and I stick 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 lick on my
I'm a fucking invisible, indefensible, despicable difficult prick, a little bit
I spit the formiddable, that you're bitches are fucking with the
I can say that me and are identical
But not us, the only we have in common is I'm a dick and you suck
Otherwise one has nothin' to do with the
comes close to
Skunk, bug,
Tongue, shrub,
One older
Sponge, mob,
None, rug,
Lug, nut,
Lung, jug
Young Thug
Unplugged

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