Luyện nghe bài hát Not Alike

Tay Keith, fuck niggas up

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

I do Jordans and Audemars
I do and Molotovs
Y'all blowing smoke as if y'all washed
I blow the smoke 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 Ferrari 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
While these dudes tryna out how to do a freestyle as fly as me
I'm confused trying to out how to do Capri styles, am I a G?
Everybody doing chick joints, probably rob these little dudes at fist
Remember used to bite Nickel, now everybody doing Bitcoin
We don't got in common (no)
We don't got nothing in (no)

Y'all in the stuff like doubled-up cups on them uppers-and-downers (woo!)
I'm into like doubling commas
Find me a brother who's
To the shit up, then bust the shit down
When the cops set us up, we can the shit down
We can no a fuck, shit, a fucking Kehlani
Selling cock and your butt for a follower
Possible cup, for dollars you sniff
Now you're slipping, call it a power
A of politics
Y'all went profit and topping the charts
To in the park in a pile 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, retiring
We can spit it for ya it
I'm fit to be king, you're cut out to fit in pants
You

Brain dead, eye
Pain meds,
They bed,
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 this mic, we on it
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 (yeah!)

You say you're affiliated murderers, killers (ayy)
The you run with are fucking (gang)
But you're a wanna be gunner (gang)
Like you was gonna do
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 lyrical bullets (boom)
And gats cock, your partners tool up
This has not to do with
But have guns for sure, you put up
Strap on, in other if you're a gunner
up with your (gang)
You're need a arsenal
'Cause this bar is over your
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 be feeling himself
He to keep up
It's 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 come at me a sub-machine gun
And I'm talking to you but you know who the fuck you are, Kelly
I don't use and sure as fuck don't sneak-diss
But keep commenting on my daughter
I keep on telling motherfucker, bitches, in you forgot
Really I need jaw memories, jaw like strawberry or pineapple, jelly
I respond, rarely but this time Shady 'bout to sound off like a fucking cocked Glock
Demi god, let me put a on this little non-threatening blond fairy, cornball taking shots at me
You're not ready, fool, break yourself like Rocksteady
Obviously, I'm not through
We can get it poppin' like Redenbach, letting off Remy Ma
Heavy artillery, gotta a harsh with a hard shell
Put a heart in bigger than Bizarre's belly

time you'll ever say, I lost
You'll be talking 'bout Fetty Wap, better Diddy
to try to get me off and you better hope I don't call Trick Trick
Bitch, shit don't fly in our city
Punk, you don't disrespect OG's, R.I.P.
Soldier in my 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 life is a bitch, a bow-legged hoe

But now days are over, I Harvey Weinstein, a bathrobe hanging
My code name is groper, I roleplay with
I fucked the world then I throw away the Trojan
Olay the hoes like with home-made explosives, I blow eighty in you
make 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 hate to and my hoe play the soak
And I sworded 'cause one place I poke and I stick and I turn and I rotating motion

with the pen, I'm at the pinnacle of sick individuals, take my dick and put the tip in
At minimal, I'm fucking these
I let them on my genitals
I'm a fucking invisible, indefensible, despicable difficult prick, a bit unpredictable
I spit the formiddable, you're bitches are fucking with the original
I can say that me and 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 poster
toaster

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