Luyện nghe bài hát Not Alike

Tay Keith, fuck these up

Brain dead, eye
meds, cyclops
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 we have in common (yeah!)
That's how much we 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 blow the from the car exhaust
Flying to a party I am not invited to, feeling the streets need me (woah)
I ain't gotta dance as long as my Ferrari 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 white and cool G-Eazy
While these dudes 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?
doing chick joints, probably rob these little dudes at fist point
Remember everybody used to Nickel, now everybody doing Bitcoin
We don't got nothing in (no)
We don't got in common (no)

Y'all in the like doubled-up Styrofoam cups on them uppers-and-downers (woo!)
I'm into stuff like doubling
me a brother who's solid
To count the shit up, then bust the shit
the cops set us up, we can flush the shit down
We can no give a fuck, shit, a Kehlani
your cock and your butt for a follower
Possible cup, for dollars you powder
Now you're slipping, it a power trip
A of politics
Y'all from profit and topping the charts
To in the park 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
Hiring strippers, prostitutes
We can it for ya it Vans
I'm fit to be king, you're cut out to fit in prince
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 in common (whoa!)
Up on this mic, we 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, not alike us on the mic (yeah!)

You say you're with murderers, killers (ayy)
The you run with are fucking (gang)
But you're a wanna be gunner (gang)
Like you was do something
Acting you catching bodies (ayy)
And you got juice, lil youngin', bugging
You ain't even 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
on, in other words if you're a gunner
Roll up your (gang)
You're gon' a arsenal
'Cause bar is over your head
So you have arms if you're gonna pull up (skrt)

Oh, you run the streets,
Now you wanna come and fuck with me,
This little cock-sucker, he must be himself
He to keep up
It's tough to me now, so he a feature
Decides to team up 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 know who the fuck you are, Kelly
I don't use sublims and sure as don't sneak-diss
But keep commenting on my daughter
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 non-threatening fairy, cornball taking shots at me
You're not ready, fool, break yourself like Rocksteady
Obviously, I'm not getting
We can get it poppin' like Redenbach, letting off Remy Ma
Heavy artillery, deal a harsh with a hard shell
Put a motherfucking in bigger than Bizarre's belly

Only time you'll ever say, I
You'll be talking 'bout Fetty Wap, call Diddy
Just to try to get me off and you hope I don't call Trick Trick
Bitch, this shit don't fly in our
Punk, you don't disrespect OG's, R.I.P.
Soldier in my soul and I told 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 hanging over
My code name is groper, I roleplay lotion
I fucked the whole world then I throw 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 globe in and I'm also not ready tryna in the colt
They hate to choke and my hoe play the soak
And I double-edge sworded 'cause one place I poke and I stick and I 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 lick on my genitals
I'm a fucking invisible, indefensible, difficult prick, a little bit unpredictable
I spit the formiddable, that you're 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
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 we have in common (yeah!)
That's how much we have in (whoa!)
Up on this mic, we on it (yeah)
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, there's not us on the mic
(Man, fuck this shit; go)