Luyện nghe bài hát Not Alike

Tay Keith, fuck these up

Brain dead, eye
Pain meds,
bed, iPod
Maybach, my
Trainwrecks,
Pay less,
K-Fed,
Playtex, ice
That's how we have in common (yeah!)
That's how much we have in (whoa!)
Up on mic, we were on it
That's how much we 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!)

I don't do and Audemars
I do and Molotovs
blowing 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 try to buy the moon, and breathe freely
The sky is blue, the tie is new, the Masarati white and like G-Eazy
While these dudes figure out how to do a freestyle as fly as me
I'm confused trying to figure out how to do styles, am I a G?
Everybody doing chick joints, probably rob these little at fist point
Remember everybody used to Nickel, now everybody doing Bitcoin
We don't got nothing in (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 like doubling commas
Find me a who's solid
To count the shit up, bust the shit down
When the cops set us up, we can the shit down
We can no give a fuck, shit, a fucking
Selling your cock and your butt for a
Possible cup, for you powder sniff
Now slipping, call it a power trip
A of politics
Y'all went profit and topping the charts
To dropped in the park in a of shit
is power, but powerless if you got it and you do not acknowledge it
Y'all music sound like Dr. inspired it
Hiring strippers, prostitutes
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
how much we have in common (yeah!)
That's how we have in common (whoa!)
Up on mic, we we're on it
That's how much we in common (yeah!)
That's how much we in common (woo!)
how much we have in common
We are not alike, there's not us on the mic (yeah!)

You say affiliated with murderers, killers (ayy)
The you run with are fucking (gang)
But just a wanna be gunner (gang)
Like you was gonna do
Acting like you bodies (ayy)
And you got juice, lil youngin', you're
You ain't never even charged in connection with battery, bitch, you ain't plugged in to nothing
Rap god spit lyrical (boom)
And gats cock, your partners tool up
has not to do with muscular
But guns for sure, you better put up
Strap on, in other words if a gunner
Roll up with (gang)
gon' need a arsenal
'Cause this bar is over head
So you have 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 himself
He wants to 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 know who the you are, Kelly
I use sublims and sure as fuck don't sneak-diss
But keep on my daughter Hailie
I keep on telling motherfucker, bitches, in case you
Really I need jaw memories, jaw like or pineapple, apricot jelly
I respond, rarely but this Shady 'bout to sound off like a fucking cocked semi Glock
Demi god, let me put a silencer on this little non-threatening blond fairy, 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, gotta deal a harsh with a hard
Put a motherfucking heart in than Bizarre's belly

time you'll 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 shit fly in our city
Punk, you disrespect OG's, R.I.P. Prodigy
in my soul and I told them the moment he signed me that I'll be the most hated, dumb-hated soldier
There's no shame, it's okay to own it 'cause is a bitch, it's a bow-legged hoe

But now days are over, I Harvey Weinstein, a bathrobe over
My code name is groper, I roleplay lotion
I fucked the whole world I throw away the Trojan
Olay the 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
dice to globe 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 'cause one place I poke and I stick and I and I rotating motion

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

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