Luyện nghe bài hát Not Alike

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

I do Jordans and Audemars
I do explosions and
Y'all blowing as if y'all ain't washed
I the smoke from 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 goons, I'd rather try to buy the moon, and breathe freely
The sky is blue, the tie is new, the white and cool like G-Eazy
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 chick joints, probably rob little dudes at fist point
Remember everybody used to 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 cups on them uppers-and-downers (woo!)
I'm into stuff doubling commas
Find me a who's solid
To count the shit up, then 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 and your 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 profit and 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 music 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

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

You say affiliated with murderers, killers (ayy)
The you run with are fucking (gang)
But you're just a wanna be (gang)
Like you was do something
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 spit lyrical (boom)
And cock, your partners better tool up
has not to do with muscular
But have guns for sure, you put up
Strap on, in other if you're a gunner
up with your (gang)
You're gon' need a
'Cause this bar is over head
So you better have arms if you're gonna up (skrt)

Oh, you run the streets,
Now you wanna come and fuck me, huh?
This little cock-sucker, he must be feeling
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 fuck you are,
I don't use sublims and as fuck don't sneak-diss
But keep commenting on my Hailie
I keep on telling motherfucker, bitches, in case you
Really I jaw memories, jaw like strawberry or pineapple, apricot jelly
I respond, rarely but this time Shady to sound off like a fucking cocked semi Glock
Demi god, let me put a on this little non-threatening blond fairy, cornball taking shots at me
You're not ready, fool, break yourself like Crew
Obviously, I'm not getting
We can get it like Redenbach, letting off like Remy Ma
Heavy artillery, gotta deal a harsh with a hard
Put a motherfucking heart in bigger Bizarre's belly

Only time ever say, I lost
You'll be talking 'bout Fetty Wap, better call
Just to try to get me off and you better hope I don't call 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 that I'll be the most hated, dumb-hated
There's no shame, it's okay to own it 'cause life is a bitch, a bow-legged hoe

But now days are over, I Harvey Weinstein, a bathrobe over
My code is groper, I roleplay with lotion
I fucked the whole world I throw away the Trojan
Olay the hoes like with home-made explosives, I blow holes in you
Don't make me go in, I OJ the flows and I'm to injury
Roll dice to in and I'm also not ready tryna throw in the colt
They both hate to choke and my hoe the soak
And I double-edge sworded 'cause one place I 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 these
I let them on my genitals
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 have in common is I'm a dick and you
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
Young Thug
toaster

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