Luyện nghe bài hát Not Alike

Tay Keith, fuck niggas 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!)
how much we have in common (whoa!)
Up on mic, we were on it
That's how much we have in (yeah!)
how much we have 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
blowing smoke as if y'all 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 dance as long as my Ferrari move, like C Breezy
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 and cool like G-Eazy
While these dudes figure out how to do a freestyle as fly as me
I'm trying to figure out how to do Capri styles, am I a G?
doing chick joints, probably rob these little dudes at fist point
Remember everybody used to bite Nickel, now everybody Bitcoin
We don't got nothing in (no)
We don't got in common (no)

in the stuff like doubled-up Styrofoam cups on them uppers-and-downers (woo!)
I'm into stuff doubling commas
Find me a brother solid
To count the shit up, then the shit down
When the cops set us up, we can flush the down
We can no give a fuck, shit, a Kehlani
Selling your and your butt for a follower
Possible cup, for dollars you powder
Now you're slipping, call it a trip
A product of
Y'all went from and topping the charts
To dropped in the park in a of shit
Knowledge is power, but if you got it and you do not acknowledge it
Y'all music like Dr. Seuss inspired it
Hiring strippers, retiring
We can spit it for ya it
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
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!)
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 just a wanna be gunner (gang)
Like you was gonna do
Acting like you bodies (ayy)
And you got juice, lil youngin', bugging
You ain't never even been charged in connection with battery, bitch, you ain't plugged in to
Rap god spit lyrical (boom)
And gats cock, partners better tool up
has not to do with muscular
But have guns for sure, you put up
Strap on, in other if you're a gunner
Roll up with (gang)
You're gon' need a
'Cause this bar is over your
So you better arms if you're gonna pull up (skrt)

Oh, you run the streets,
Now you wanna come and fuck me, huh?
little cock-sucker, he must be feeling himself
He to keep up
tough 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 and sure as fuck don't sneak-diss
But keep on my daughter Hailie
I keep on motherfucker, bitches, in case you forgot
Really I need jaw memories, jaw like 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 non-threatening blond fairy, cornball taking at me
You're not ready, fool, break like Rocksteady Crew
Obviously, I'm not getting
We can get it poppin' like Redenbach, off like Remy Ma
Heavy artillery, gotta a harsh with a hard shell
Put a motherfucking heart in 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 hope I don't call Trick Trick
Bitch, shit don't 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 most 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 name is groper, I roleplay with lotion
I fucked the whole world then I away the Trojan
the hoes like 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 to globe in and I'm also not ready tryna throw in the colt
both hate to choke and my hoe play the soak
And I double-edge 'cause one place I poke and I stick and I turn and I rotating 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 lick on my genitals
I'm a fucking invisible, indefensible, despicable difficult prick, a bit unpredictable
I spit the formiddable, that you're bitches are with the original
I can say that me and are identical
But not us, the thing we have in common 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
Thug poster
Unplugged

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