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 we have in common (yeah!)
That's how much we in common (whoa!)
Up on this mic, we on it
That's how 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!)

I don't do Jordans and
I do explosions and
Y'all blowing smoke as if y'all ain't
I blow the from the car exhaust
Flying to a party I am not invited to, feeling like the need me (woah)
I ain't gotta as long as my Ferrari Spyder move, like C Breezy
I don't hire goons, I'd rather 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 to figure out how to do Capri styles, am I a G?
Everybody doing chick joints, rob these little dudes at fist point
Remember everybody used to bite Nickel, now everybody doing
We don't got in common (no)
We got nothing in common (no)

Y'all in the stuff like doubled-up Styrofoam cups on uppers-and-downers (woo!)
I'm into stuff doubling commas
me a brother who's solid
To count the shit up, bust the shit down
When the set us up, we can flush the shit down
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, call it a trip
A of politics
Y'all went from profit and topping the
To in the park in a pile of shit
Knowledge is power, but powerless if you got it and you do not it
Y'all music sound like Dr. 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
Pain meds,
They bed,
Maybach, my
Trainwrecks,
Payless,
K-Fed,
Playtex, ice
That's how we have in common (yeah!)
That's how we have in common (whoa!)
Up on mic, we we're on it
That's how we have in common (yeah!)
That's how we have in common (woo!)
That's how we have in common
We are not alike, not alike us on the mic (yeah!)

You say you're affiliated murderers, killers (ayy)
The people you run are fucking (gang)
But you're a wanna be gunner (gang)
you was gonna do something
Acting like you 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 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 with (gang)
You're gon' need a
'Cause this bar is over head
So you better have if you're gonna pull up (skrt)

Oh, you run the streets,
Now you wanna come and fuck me, huh?
little cock-sucker, he must be feeling himself
He to keep up
It's tough to me now, so he does a
to team up with Nina
But next 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 fuck you are,
I use sublims and sure as fuck don't sneak-diss
But keep commenting on my daughter
I keep on motherfucker, bitches, in case you forgot
Really I need jaw memories, jaw like or pineapple, apricot jelly
I respond, rarely but this time Shady 'bout to sound off like a fucking 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 Rocksteady Crew
Obviously, I'm not getting
We can get it poppin' like Redenbach, letting off like Ma
Heavy artillery, gotta deal a with a hard shell
Put a heart in bigger than Bizarre's belly

Only time you'll 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, this shit fly in our city
Punk, you don't OG's, R.I.P. Prodigy
Soldier in my soul and I told the moment he signed me that I'll be the most hated, dumb-hated soldier
There's no shame, okay to own it 'cause life is a bitch, it's a bow-legged hoe

But now days are over, I Harvey Weinstein, a hanging over
My name is groper, I roleplay with lotion
I fucked the whole then I throw away the Trojan
the hoes like with home-made explosives, I blow eighty holes in you
Don't make me go in, I OJ the and I'm insult to injury
Roll dice to globe in and I'm also not ready throw in the colt
both hate to choke and my hoe play the soak
And I double-edge sworded 'cause one I poke and I stick 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 fucking these
I let them 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 are identical
But not us, the thing we have in common is I'm a dick and you suck
Otherwise one has to do with the other
comes close to
Skunk, bug,
Tongue, shrub,
One mother
Sponge, mob,
None, rug,
Lug, nut,
Lung, jug
Young poster
toaster

That's how much we in common (yeah!)
That's how much we in common (whoa!)
Up on this mic, we on it (yeah)
That's how much we have in (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 this shit; go)