Luyện nghe bài hát Not Alike

Tay Keith, fuck niggas up

Brain dead, eye
meds, cyclops
They bed,
Maybach, my
Trainwrecks,
Pay less,
K-Fed,
Playtex, ice
That's how much we have in (yeah!)
That's how much we in common (whoa!)
Up on this mic, we on it
how much we have in common (yeah!)
That's how much we in common (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 and Molotovs
Y'all blowing as if y'all ain't washed
I blow the smoke the car exhaust
Flying to a party I am not invited to, feeling like the streets me (woah)
I ain't gotta as long as my Ferrari Spyder move, like 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 white and cool like
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 used to bite Nickel, now doing Bitcoin
We don't got in common (no)
We don't got nothing in (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 solid
To count the shit up, then bust the 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
Possible cup, for dollars you powder
Now slipping, call it a power trip
A of politics
Y'all went from and topping the charts
To dropped in the park in a of shit
Knowledge is power, but if you got it and you do not acknowledge it
Y'all sound like Dr. Seuss inspired it
Hiring strippers, prostitutes
We can it for ya it Vans
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 we have in common (yeah!)
That's how much we in common (woo!)
That's how we have in common
We are not alike, there's not us on the mic (yeah!)

You say you're affiliated with murderers, (ayy)
The you run with are fucking (gang)
But you're just a wanna be (gang)
Like you was gonna do
Acting like you bodies (ayy)
And you got juice, lil youngin', you're
You ain't even been charged in connection with battery, bitch, you ain't plugged in to nothing
Rap god spit bullets (boom)
And gats cock, your better tool up
This has not to do with
But have for sure, you better put up
Strap on, in other words if you're a
Roll up with (gang)
You're gon' need a
'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 with me, huh?
This little cock-sucker, he be feeling himself
He to keep up
It's tough to me now, so he a feature
to team up with Nina
But time you don't gotta 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 you are, Kelly
I don't use sublims and sure as fuck sneak-diss
But keep commenting on my Hailie
I keep on telling motherfucker, bitches, in you forgot
Really I jaw memories, jaw like strawberry 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, yourself like Rocksteady Crew
Obviously, I'm not getting
We can get it poppin' like Redenbach, letting off like Ma
Heavy artillery, gotta deal a harsh with a shell
Put a motherfucking heart in bigger than Bizarre's

Only you'll ever say, I lost
You'll be talking 'bout Fetty Wap, better Diddy
Just to try to get me off and you better I don't 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 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 hanging
My code is groper, I roleplay with lotion
I fucked the whole world then I throw the Trojan
Olay the hoes like home-made explosives, I blow eighty holes in you
make me go in, I OJ the flows and I'm insult to injury
Roll dice to globe in and I'm also not ready 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 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 them lick on my
I'm a fucking invisible, indefensible, difficult prick, a little bit unpredictable
I spit the formiddable, you're bitches are fucking with the original
I can say that me and Nickel are
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
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 have in (yeah!)
That's how much we have in (whoa!)
Up on this mic, we on it (yeah)
That's how much we have in (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, this shit; let's go)