Luyện nghe bài hát Not Alike

Tay Keith, fuck niggas up

Brain dead, eye
Pain meds,
bed, iPod
Maybach, my
Trainwrecks,
Pay less,
K-Fed,
Playtex, ice
That's how we have in common (yeah!)
That's how much we have in (whoa!)
Up on mic, we were on it
That's how much we 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 (yeah!)

I do Jordans and Audemars
I do explosions and
Y'all blowing smoke as if y'all ain't
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 gotta dance as as my Ferrari Spyder move, like C Breezy
I don't gotta 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 like
While dudes tryna 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 joints, probably rob these little dudes at fist point
Remember everybody used to Nickel, now everybody doing Bitcoin
We got nothing in common (no)
We don't got nothing in (no)

Y'all in the stuff like doubled-up 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
When the set us up, we can flush the shit down
We can no a fuck, shit, a fucking Kehlani
your cock and your butt for a follower
Possible cup, for dollars you sniff
Now you're slipping, it a power trip
A of politics
Y'all from profit 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 music sound 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
Pain meds,
They bed,
Maybach, my
Trainwrecks,
Payless,
K-Fed,
Playtex, ice
That's how much we in common (yeah!)
That's how much we have in (whoa!)
Up on mic, we we're on it
That's how much we in common (yeah!)
That's how much we have in (woo!)
That's how much we have in
We are not alike, not alike us on the mic (yeah!)

You say you're affiliated murderers, killers (ayy)
The people you run with are (gang)
But just a wanna be gunner (gang)
Like you was gonna do
like you catching bodies (ayy)
And you got juice, lil youngin', bugging
You ain't never been charged in connection with battery, bitch, you ain't plugged in to nothing
Rap god lyrical bullets (boom)
And cock, your partners better tool up
This has not to do muscular
But have for sure, you better put up
Strap on, in other words if a gunner
up with your (gang)
You're gon' a arsenal
'Cause this bar is your head
So you have arms if you're gonna pull up (skrt)

Oh, you run the streets,
Now you wanna come and with me, huh?
This cock-sucker, he must be feeling himself
He wants to up
It's tough to me now, so he a feature
to team 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 commenting on my daughter Hailie
I on telling motherfucker, bitches, in case you forgot
Really I need jaw memories, jaw like or pineapple, apricot jelly
I respond, rarely but this Shady 'bout to sound off like a fucking cocked semi Glock
god, let me put a silencer on this little non-threatening blond fairy, cornball taking shots at me
You're not ready, fool, break yourself Rocksteady Crew
Obviously, I'm not getting
We can get it like Redenbach, letting off like Remy Ma
Heavy artillery, gotta a harsh with a hard shell
Put a motherfucking heart in bigger than Bizarre's

time you'll ever say, I lost
You'll be talking 'bout Wap, better call Diddy
Just to try to get me off and you better hope I don't Trick Trick
Bitch, this shit fly in our city
Punk, you don't OG's, R.I.P. Prodigy
Soldier in my soul and I them the moment he signed me that I'll be the most hated, dumb-hated soldier
There's no shame, it's okay to own it 'cause life is a bitch, it's a hoe

But now days are over, I Harvey Weinstein, a hanging over
My name is groper, I roleplay with lotion
I fucked the world then I throw away the Trojan
Olay the hoes like 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 in and I'm also not ready tryna throw in the colt
They both hate to and my hoe play the soak
And I double-edge sworded 'cause one place I poke and I stick and I turn and I rotating

with 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 on my genitals
I'm a fucking invisible, indefensible, difficult prick, a little bit unpredictable
I spit the formiddable, that you're bitches are fucking the original
I can say that me and Nickel are
But not us, the thing 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 older
Sponge, mob,
None, rug,
Lug, nut,
Lung, jug
Young Thug
Unplugged

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