Luyện nghe bài hát Not Alike

Tay Keith, fuck these 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 we have in common (whoa!)
Up on mic, we were on it
That's how much we in common (yeah!)
That's how much we have in (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
Y'all blowing as if y'all ain't washed
I blow the from the car exhaust
to a party I am not invited to, feeling like the streets need me (woah)
I gotta dance as long as my Ferrari Spyder 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 tryna figure out how to do a as fly as me
I'm confused trying to out how to do Capri styles, am I a G?
doing chick joints, probably rob these little dudes at fist point
Remember everybody to bite Nickel, now everybody doing Bitcoin
We don't got nothing in (no)
We got nothing in common (no)

Y'all in the like doubled-up Styrofoam cups on them uppers-and-downers (woo!)
I'm into stuff doubling commas
Find me a brother who's
To count the shit up, bust the shit down
When the cops set us up, we can flush the shit
We can no a fuck, shit, a fucking Kehlani
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 profit and the charts
To dropped in the park in a pile of
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 much we in common (yeah!)
how much we have in common (whoa!)
Up on this mic, we on it
That's how much we have in (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 (yeah!)

You say you're with murderers, killers (ayy)
The people you run are fucking (gang)
But just a wanna be gunner (gang)
you was gonna do something
Acting you catching bodies (ayy)
And you got juice, lil youngin', you're
You ain't never even charged in connection with battery, bitch, you ain't plugged in to nothing
Rap god spit bullets (boom)
And gats cock, your partners tool up
has not to do with muscular
But guns for sure, you better put up
on, in other words if you're a gunner
Roll up your (gang)
You're gon' a arsenal
'Cause bar is over your head
So you better have arms if you're gonna up (skrt)

Oh, you run the streets,
Now you wanna come and fuck with me,
This cock-sucker, he must be feeling himself
He wants to up
It's tough to me now, so he a feature
Decides to up with Nina
But next time you don't gotta use Tech N9ne if you come 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 sublims and as fuck don't sneak-diss
But keep commenting on my Hailie
I keep on motherfucker, bitches, in case you forgot
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
You're not ready, fool, break yourself like Crew
Obviously, I'm not through
We can get it poppin' like Redenbach, letting off Remy Ma
Heavy artillery, gotta deal a harsh with a shell
Put a motherfucking in bigger than Bizarre's belly

Only time ever say, I lost
You'll be talking 'bout 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 disrespect OG's, R.I.P. Prodigy
Soldier in my soul and I told them the moment he signed me I'll be the most hated, dumb-hated soldier
There's no shame, it's to own it 'cause life is a bitch, it's a bow-legged hoe

But now days are over, I Harvey Weinstein, a bathrobe over
My code name is groper, I with lotion
I fucked the whole world then I throw away the
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 ready tryna throw in the
They both to choke and my hoe play the soak
And I double-edge sworded 'cause one place I poke and I 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 these syllables
I let lick on my genitals
I'm a fucking invisible, indefensible, 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 we have in common is I'm a dick and you suck
Otherwise one has nothin' to do with the
None comes to
Skunk, bug,
Tongue, shrub,
One mother
Sponge, mob,
None, rug,
Lug, nut,
Lung, jug
Young 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, not alike us on the mic
(Man, fuck this let's go)