Luyện nghe bài hát Not Alike

Tay Keith, fuck these up

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

I don't do Jordans and
I do explosions and
blowing smoke as if y'all ain't washed
I blow the from the car exhaust
Flying to a party I am not invited to, like the streets need me (woah)
I gotta dance as long as my Ferrari 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 and cool like G-Eazy
these dudes tryna 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?
Everybody doing joints, probably rob these little dudes at fist point
Remember everybody used to bite Nickel, now everybody doing
We got nothing in common (no)
We got nothing in common (no)

Y'all in the stuff like doubled-up cups on them uppers-and-downers (woo!)
I'm into stuff like doubling
Find me a who's solid
To count the up, then bust the shit down
When the cops set us up, we can flush the down
We can no a fuck, shit, a fucking Kehlani
Selling your cock and your butt for a
Possible cup, for dollars you sniff
Now you're slipping, it a power trip
A of politics
Y'all went from profit and 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 Dr. Seuss 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

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

You say you're with murderers, killers (ayy)
The you run with are fucking (gang)
But you're just a wanna be (gang)
Like you was gonna do
Acting like you catching (ayy)
And you got juice, lil youngin', bugging
You ain't never even been charged in connection battery, bitch, you ain't plugged in to nothing
Rap god spit bullets (boom)
And gats cock, partners better tool up
This has not to do muscular
But guns for sure, you better put up
Strap on, in other words if a gunner
Roll up with (gang)
You're need a arsenal
this bar is over your head
So you better arms if you're gonna pull up (skrt)

Oh, you run the streets,
Now you wanna come and with me, huh?
This little cock-sucker, he must be feeling
He wants to up
It's to me now, so he does a feature
Decides to team up with
But next time you don't use Tech N9ne if you wanna come at me with a sub-machine gun
And I'm to you but you already know who the fuck you are, Kelly
I don't use sublims and sure as fuck sneak-diss
But commenting on my daughter Hailie
I keep on motherfucker, bitches, in case you forgot
Really I jaw memories, jaw like strawberry or pineapple, apricot jelly
I respond, rarely but this time Shady 'bout to sound off like a cocked semi Glock
god, let me put a silencer on this little non-threatening blond fairy, cornball taking shots at me
You're not ready, fool, break yourself like Crew
Obviously, I'm not getting
We can get it poppin' like Redenbach, letting off like Ma
Heavy artillery, gotta deal a harsh with a hard
Put a motherfucking heart in bigger Bizarre's belly

Only time you'll say, I lost
You'll be talking 'bout Wap, better call Diddy
to try to get me off and you better 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 them the moment he signed me that 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 hanging over
My code name is groper, I roleplay with
I fucked the whole world I throw away the Trojan
Olay the hoes like 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 globe in and I'm also not ready tryna in the colt
They both to choke and my hoe play the soak
And I double-edge sworded 'cause one place I poke and I stick and I turn and I 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 lick on my
I'm a fucking invisible, indefensible, difficult prick, a little bit unpredictable
I spit the formiddable, that you're bitches are with the original
I can say that me and Nickel are
But not us, the thing we have in common is I'm a dick and you suck
Otherwise one has nothin' to do with the
None comes to
Skunk, bug,
Tongue, shrub,
One mother
Sponge, mob,
None, rug,
Lug, nut,
Lung, jug
Thug poster
Unplugged

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