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
how much we have in common (yeah!)
That's how much we have in (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, 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 smoke from the car
Flying to a party I am not invited to, feeling 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 rather try to buy the moon, and breathe
The sky is blue, the tie is new, the white and cool like G-Eazy
While these dudes tryna 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 chick joints, probably rob these little dudes at fist point
Remember everybody used to bite Nickel, now doing Bitcoin
We don't got in common (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, then bust the shit
When the cops set us up, we can flush the down
We can no give a fuck, shit, a fucking
Selling your cock and your butt for a
cup, for dollars you powder sniff
Now you're slipping, it a power trip
A of politics
Y'all went from and topping the charts
To dropped in the in a pile of shit
is power, but powerless if you got it and you do not acknowledge it
Y'all music like Dr. Seuss 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
That's how much we have in (yeah!)
That's how we have in common (whoa!)
Up on mic, we we're on it
how much we have 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 (yeah!)

You say affiliated with murderers, killers (ayy)
The people you run are fucking (gang)
But you're just a wanna be (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 connection with battery, bitch, you ain't in to nothing
Rap god lyrical bullets (boom)
And gats cock, your partners tool up
has not to do with muscular
But have for sure, you better put up
Strap on, in other words if you're a
up with your (gang)
You're need a arsenal
'Cause this bar is your head
So you better have if you're gonna pull up (skrt)

Oh, you run the streets,
Now you wanna come and fuck me, huh?
This cock-sucker, he must be feeling himself
He wants to up
tough to me now, so he does a feature
Decides to team up Nina
But next time you don't use Tech N9ne if you wanna come at me with 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 sure as fuck don't
But commenting on my daughter Hailie
I on telling motherfucker, bitches, in case you forgot
Really I need jaw memories, jaw like strawberry or pineapple, jelly
I respond, rarely but this time '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 yourself Rocksteady Crew
Obviously, I'm not through
We can get it like Redenbach, letting off like Remy Ma
Heavy artillery, gotta deal a harsh with a hard
Put a motherfucking heart in than Bizarre's belly

Only you'll 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 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, okay to own it 'cause life is a bitch, it's a bow-legged hoe

But now days are over, I Weinstein, a bathrobe hanging over
My code is groper, I roleplay 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 me go in, I OJ the flows and I'm insult to injury
Roll dice to globe in and I'm also not tryna throw in the colt
They hate to choke and my hoe play the soak
And I double-edge sworded 'cause one place I poke and I stick and I turn and I rotating

Invisible with the pen, I'm at the pinnacle of sick individuals, my dick and put the tip in
At minimal, I'm fucking these
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 the original
I can say that me and Nickel are
But not us, the only thing we have in common is I'm a 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 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 we have in common
We are not alike, there's not us on the mic
(Man, this shit; let's go)