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 much we in common (yeah!)
how much we have in common (whoa!)
Up on mic, we were 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!)

I don't do Jordans and
I do and Molotovs
blowing 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, like C
I don't gotta hire goons, I'd rather try to buy the moon, and freely
The sky is blue, the tie is new, the Masarati white and cool like
While these dudes figure 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 doing chick joints, probably rob these little dudes at point
Remember everybody used to Nickel, now everybody doing 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 stuff like doubling commas
Find me a who's solid
To count the shit up, bust the shit down
When the cops set us up, we can the shit down
We can no a fuck, shit, a fucking Kehlani
Selling your and your butt for a follower
Possible cup, for dollars you powder
Now you're slipping, call it a trip
A of politics
Y'all went profit and topping the charts
To dropped in the in a pile of shit
Knowledge is power, but powerless if you got it and you do not 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, cut out to fit in prince pants
You

dead, eye drops
Pain meds,
bed, iPod
Maybach, my
Trainwrecks,
Payless,
K-Fed,
Playtex, ice
how much we have in common (yeah!)
That's how much we in common (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 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 be gunner (gang)
Like you was do something
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 plugged in to
Rap god lyrical bullets (boom)
And gats cock, your partners tool up
This has not to do with
But have guns for sure, you put up
Strap on, in other words if a gunner
Roll up your (gang)
gon' need a arsenal
'Cause bar is over your head
So you better arms if you're gonna pull up (skrt)

Oh, you run the streets,
Now you wanna come and with me, huh?
little 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 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 strawberry or pineapple, apricot
I respond, rarely but this time Shady to sound off like a fucking cocked semi Glock
Demi god, let me put a silencer on this little non-threatening blond fairy, taking shots at me
You're not ready, fool, break yourself Rocksteady Crew
Obviously, I'm not getting
We can get it poppin' like Redenbach, letting off like Ma
Heavy artillery, deal a harsh with a hard shell
Put a motherfucking heart in than Bizarre's belly

Only you'll ever say, I lost
You'll be talking Fetty Wap, better call Diddy
to try to get me off and you better hope I don't call Trick Trick
Bitch, shit 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 moment he signed me that I'll be the 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 name is groper, I roleplay with lotion
I the whole world then I throw away the Trojan
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 tryna 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 individuals, take my dick and put the tip in
At minimal, I'm fucking syllables
I let lick on my genitals
I'm a fucking invisible, indefensible, difficult prick, a little bit unpredictable
I the formiddable, that you're bitches are fucking with 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
Otherwise one has nothin' to do with the
comes close to
Skunk, bug,
Tongue, shrub,
One older
Sponge, mob,
None, rug,
Lug, nut,
Lung, jug
Young poster
Unplugged

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