Luyện nghe bài hát Not Alike

Tay Keith, fuck these up

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

I don't do Jordans and
I do and Molotovs
Y'all 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 dance as long as my Ferrari Spyder move, like C Breezy
I gotta 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 G-Eazy
While these dudes tryna figure out how to do a 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 dudes at fist point
Remember used to bite Nickel, now everybody 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 stuff like doubling commas
Find me a brother who's
To count the shit up, then the shit down
When the set us up, we can flush the shit down
We can no give a fuck, shit, a fucking
Selling your cock and butt for a follower
Possible cup, for dollars you sniff
Now you're slipping, call it a 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 sound like Dr. Seuss inspired it
Hiring strippers, retiring
We can spit it for ya it
I'm fit to be king, you're cut out to fit in pants
You

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

You say you're with murderers, killers (ayy)
The people you run with are (gang)
But you're 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 with battery, bitch, you ain't plugged in to nothing
Rap god spit lyrical (boom)
And cock, your partners better tool up
This has not to do with
But have for sure, you better put up
on, in other words if you're a gunner
Roll up with (gang)
You're need a arsenal
'Cause bar is over your head
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
tough to me now, so he does a feature
Decides to up with Nina
But next time you don't gotta use Tech N9ne if you wanna at me with a sub-machine gun
And I'm talking to you but you already know who the you are, Kelly
I don't use and sure as fuck don't sneak-diss
But keep on my daughter Hailie
I keep on telling motherfucker, bitches, in case you
Really I need jaw memories, jaw like or pineapple, apricot jelly
I respond, but this time Shady 'bout to sound off like a fucking cocked semi Glock
Demi god, let me put a silencer on this little non-threatening fairy, cornball taking shots at me
not ready, fool, break yourself like Rocksteady Crew
Obviously, I'm not through
We can get it like Redenbach, letting off like Remy Ma
Heavy artillery, deal a harsh with a hard shell
Put a motherfucking heart in bigger Bizarre's belly

Only you'll ever say, I lost
be talking 'bout Fetty Wap, better call Diddy
Just to try to get me off and you better hope I 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 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 name is groper, I roleplay with
I fucked the whole world I throw 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 to injury
Roll dice to globe in and I'm also not ready throw in the colt
They both hate to choke and my hoe the soak
And I double-edge sworded 'cause one place I poke and I stick and I and I rotating motion

Invisible the pen, I'm at the pinnacle 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 fucking invisible, indefensible, despicable difficult prick, a bit unpredictable
I spit the formiddable, that bitches are fucking with the original
I can say that me and are identical
But not us, the only thing we 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 older
Sponge, mob,
None, rug,
Lug, nut,
Lung, jug
Thug poster
Unplugged

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