Luyện nghe bài hát Not Alike

Tay Keith, these niggas up

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

I do Jordans and Audemars
I do and Molotovs
Y'all smoke 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 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 cool G-Eazy
While these dudes tryna 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 doubled-up Styrofoam cups on them uppers-and-downers (woo!)
I'm into like doubling commas
Find me a brother who's
To count the shit up, then bust the 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 your for a follower
cup, for dollars you powder sniff
Now slipping, call it a power trip
A of politics
Y'all went from profit and topping the
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 sound like Dr. Seuss inspired it
strippers, prostitutes retiring
We can it for ya it Vans
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
how much we have in common (yeah!)
That's how much we in common (whoa!)
Up on mic, we we're on it
That's how we have in common (yeah!)
how much we have 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 with murderers, killers (ayy)
The people you run with are (gang)
But you're a wanna be gunner (gang)
Like you was do something
like you catching 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 partners tool up
This has not to do muscular
But have for sure, you better put up
on, in other words if you're a gunner
Roll up with (gang)
You're need a arsenal
'Cause bar is over your head
So you better arms if you're gonna pull up (skrt)

Oh, you run the streets,
Now you come and fuck with me, huh?
This little cock-sucker, he must be feeling
He to keep up
It's to me now, so he does a feature
Decides to team up 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 who the fuck you are, Kelly
I don't use sublims and sure as fuck sneak-diss
But keep on my daughter Hailie
I keep on telling motherfucker, bitches, in 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 non-threatening blond fairy, cornball taking at me
not ready, fool, break yourself like Rocksteady Crew
Obviously, I'm not through
We can get it poppin' like Redenbach, off like Remy Ma
Heavy artillery, gotta deal a harsh with a hard
Put a motherfucking heart in than Bizarre's belly

Only time you'll say, I lost
You'll be 'bout Fetty Wap, better call 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 and I told them the moment he signed me that I'll be the most hated, dumb-hated soldier
no shame, it's okay 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 name is groper, I with lotion
I the whole world then I throw away the Trojan
the hoes like with 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 hate to choke and my hoe play the soak
And I double-edge sworded one place I poke and I stick and I turn and I rotating motion

Invisible the pen, I'm at the pinnacle of sick individuals, take my dick and put the tip in
At minimal, I'm fucking syllables
I let them on my genitals
I'm a fucking invisible, indefensible, despicable difficult prick, a little bit
I spit the formiddable, you're bitches are fucking with the original
I can say me and Nickel are identical
But not us, the thing we have in common is I'm a dick and you suck
one has nothin' to do with the other
None comes to
Skunk, bug,
Tongue, shrub,
One mother
Sponge, mob,
None, rug,
Lug, nut,
Lung, jug
Young Thug
toaster

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