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 much we 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 much we in common
We are not alike, not alike us on the mic (yeah!)

I don't do Jordans and
I do explosions and
Y'all blowing smoke as if ain't washed
I blow the smoke from the car
Flying to a party I am not to, feeling like the streets need me (woah)
I ain't gotta dance as long as my Ferrari Spyder move, 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 like
While these dudes tryna figure out how to do a as fly as me
I'm trying to figure out how to do Capri styles, am I a G?
Everybody doing chick joints, probably rob little dudes at fist point
Remember everybody used to bite Nickel, now everybody Bitcoin
We don't got in common (no)
We don't got in common (no)

Y'all in the stuff like doubled-up Styrofoam cups on uppers-and-downers (woo!)
I'm into stuff like doubling
Find me a brother who's
To count the shit up, then bust the down
When the 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 sniff
Now slipping, call it a power trip
A of politics
Y'all went from profit and topping the
To in the park in a pile of shit
Knowledge is power, but powerless if you got it and you do not it
Y'all sound like Dr. Seuss inspired it
Hiring strippers, retiring
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 mic, we we're on it
how much we have in common (yeah!)
That's how much we have in (woo!)
how much we have in common
We are not alike, not alike us on the mic (yeah!)

You say you're affiliated murderers, killers (ayy)
The people you run with are (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 never even been charged in connection with battery, bitch, you ain't plugged in to nothing
Rap god spit lyrical (boom)
And gats cock, your better tool up
This has not to do muscular
But guns for sure, you better put up
Strap on, in other words if you're a
Roll up your (gang)
gon' need a arsenal
'Cause this bar is your head
So you better have 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
tough 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 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 sublims and sure as fuck sneak-diss
But keep commenting on my daughter
I keep on telling motherfucker, bitches, in you forgot
Really I jaw memories, jaw like strawberry or pineapple, apricot jelly
I respond, rarely but time Shady 'bout to sound off like a fucking cocked semi Glock
Demi god, let me put a silencer on little non-threatening blond fairy, cornball taking shots at me
not ready, fool, break yourself like Rocksteady Crew
Obviously, I'm not through
We can get it like Redenbach, letting off like Remy Ma
Heavy artillery, gotta deal a harsh with a shell
Put a motherfucking heart in bigger than Bizarre's

Only time you'll say, I lost
You'll be talking Fetty Wap, better call Diddy
Just to try to get me off and you 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 soul and I told 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 are over, I Harvey Weinstein, a bathrobe hanging over
My name is groper, I roleplay with lotion
I fucked the whole world then I away the Trojan
Olay the like with home-made explosives, I blow eighty holes in you
Don't make me go in, I OJ the flows and I'm insult to
Roll dice to in and I'm also not ready tryna throw in the colt
They both hate to choke and my hoe play the
And I double-edge '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 syllables
I let lick on my genitals
I'm a invisible, indefensible, despicable difficult prick, a little bit unpredictable
I the formiddable, that you're bitches are fucking with the original
I can say me and Nickel are identical
But not us, the only thing we have in common is I'm a and you suck
one has nothin' to do with the other
None comes to
Skunk, bug,
Tongue, shrub,
One older
Sponge, mob,
None, rug,
Lug, nut,
Lung, jug
Young Thug
Unplugged

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