Luyện nghe bài hát Not Alike

Tay Keith, fuck niggas up

Brain dead, eye
Pain meds,
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 this mic, we 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 explosions and
Y'all smoke as if y'all ain't washed
I blow the smoke 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 Spyder move, C Breezy
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 Masarati 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?
doing chick joints, probably rob these little dudes at fist point
Remember everybody used to Nickel, now everybody doing Bitcoin
We don't got nothing in (no)
We don't got nothing in (no)

in the stuff like doubled-up Styrofoam cups on them uppers-and-downers (woo!)
I'm into stuff like commas
me a brother who's solid
To count the up, then bust the shit down
the cops set us up, we can flush the shit 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, call it a power
A product of
went from profit and topping the charts
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. inspired it
Hiring strippers, retiring
We can it for ya it Vans
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
That's how we have in common (yeah!)
That's how much we have in (whoa!)
Up on this mic, we on it
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, not alike us on the mic (yeah!)

You say affiliated with murderers, killers (ayy)
The you run with are fucking (gang)
But you're just a be gunner (gang)
you was gonna do something
Acting you catching bodies (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 gats cock, your partners better up
This has not to do with
But have for sure, you better put up
Strap on, in other words if a gunner
Roll up with (gang)
gon' need a arsenal
'Cause this bar is over your
So you better have arms if you're gonna up (skrt)

Oh, you run the streets,
Now you wanna come and with me, huh?
This little cock-sucker, he must be himself
He wants to up
tough to me now, so he does a feature
Decides to up with Nina
But next time you don't gotta use Tech 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 keep commenting on my Hailie
I on telling motherfucker, bitches, in case you forgot
I need jaw memories, jaw like strawberry or pineapple, apricot jelly
I respond, rarely but this time Shady 'bout to sound off 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 through
We can get it like Redenbach, letting off like Remy Ma
Heavy artillery, gotta deal a with a hard shell
Put a motherfucking heart in bigger than belly

Only time ever say, I lost
You'll be talking Fetty Wap, better call Diddy
Just to try to get me off and you better I don't call Trick Trick
Bitch, this don't fly in our city
Punk, you don't OG's, R.I.P. Prodigy
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 life is a bitch, it's a bow-legged hoe

But now days are over, I Harvey Weinstein, a hanging over
My name is groper, I roleplay with lotion
I fucked the whole world then I throw away the
Olay the hoes like with home-made explosives, I blow eighty in you
Don't make me go in, I OJ the flows and I'm to injury
Roll dice to globe in and I'm also not ready throw in the colt
They both 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 of sick individuals, take my dick and put the tip in
At minimal, I'm these syllables
I let them lick on my
I'm a invisible, indefensible, despicable difficult prick, a little bit unpredictable
I spit the formiddable, that you're are fucking with the original
I can say that me and are identical
But not us, the only thing we have in 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 have in (whoa!)
Up on this mic, we on it (yeah)
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, there's not us on the mic
(Man, this shit; let's go)