Luyện nghe bài hát Not Alike

Tay Keith, these 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 much we in common (yeah!)
That's how much we in common (woo!)
That's how much we have in
We are not alike, there's not us on the mic (yeah!)

I don't do Jordans and
I do and Molotovs
Y'all blowing smoke as if ain't washed
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 dance as long as my 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 like G-Eazy
While these tryna figure out how to do a freestyle as fly as me
I'm trying 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 to bite Nickel, now everybody doing Bitcoin
We got nothing in common (no)
We don't got nothing in (no)

in the stuff like doubled-up Styrofoam cups on them uppers-and-downers (woo!)
I'm into stuff like doubling
me a brother who's solid
To the shit up, then bust the shit down
the cops set us up, we can flush the shit down
We can no a fuck, shit, a fucking Kehlani
Selling your cock and butt for a follower
Possible cup, for dollars you sniff
Now you're slipping, call it a power
A of politics
Y'all went from profit and the charts
To dropped in the in a pile of shit
Knowledge is power, but if you got it and you do not acknowledge it
Y'all music sound like Dr. Seuss 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 in common (yeah!)
how much we have in common (whoa!)
Up on mic, we we're on it
That's how much we have in (yeah!)
how much we have in common (woo!)
That's how much we in common
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 wanna be (gang)
Like you was do something
Acting like you catching (ayy)
And you got juice, lil youngin', you're
You ain't never even been charged in with battery, bitch, you ain't plugged in to nothing
Rap god lyrical bullets (boom)
And gats cock, your partners better up
This has not to do with
But have guns for sure, you put up
on, in other words if you're a gunner
Roll up your (gang)
gon' need a arsenal
'Cause this bar is over head
So you better have arms if you're pull up (skrt)

Oh, you run the streets,
Now you wanna come and fuck me, huh?
This cock-sucker, he must be feeling himself
He to keep up
tough to me now, so he does a feature
Decides to up with Nina
But next time you don't gotta use Tech N9ne if you wanna 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 commenting on my Hailie
I on telling motherfucker, bitches, in case you forgot
I need jaw memories, jaw like strawberry 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 blond fairy, cornball taking shots at me
You're not ready, fool, break yourself Rocksteady Crew
Obviously, I'm not through
We can get it poppin' Redenbach, letting off like Remy Ma
Heavy artillery, deal a harsh with a hard shell
Put a motherfucking heart in bigger than belly

Only time you'll ever say, I
You'll be talking 'bout Wap, better call Diddy
Just to try to get me off and you better hope I don't call 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 me that I'll be the most 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 hanging over
My code name is groper, I roleplay with
I fucked the whole world then I away the Trojan
Olay the hoes like 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 tryna 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 these syllables
I let them lick on my
I'm a invisible, indefensible, despicable 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 we have 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 older
Sponge, mob,
None, rug,
Lug, nut,
Lung, jug
Young poster
Unplugged

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