Luyện nghe bài hát Not Alike

Tay Keith, fuck niggas up

Brain dead, eye
Pain meds,
They bed,
Maybach, my
Trainwrecks,
Pay less,
K-Fed,
Playtex, ice
That's how we have in common (yeah!)
how much we have in common (whoa!)
Up on mic, we were on it
how much 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 don't do and Audemars
I do explosions and
Y'all blowing smoke as if y'all washed
I blow the smoke from the car
Flying to a party I am not invited to, like the streets need me (woah)
I ain't gotta dance as long as my Ferrari move, like C Breezy
I gotta 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 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 chick joints, probably rob these little dudes at fist point
Remember everybody used to bite Nickel, now doing Bitcoin
We got nothing in common (no)
We got nothing in common (no)

Y'all in the stuff like Styrofoam cups on them uppers-and-downers (woo!)
I'm into stuff like commas
Find me a brother who's
To the shit up, then bust the shit down
the cops set us up, we can flush the shit down
We can no give a fuck, shit, a fucking
your cock and your butt for a follower
Possible cup, for you powder sniff
Now slipping, call it a power trip
A of politics
went from profit and topping the charts
To dropped in the park in a pile of
is power, but powerless if you got it and you do not acknowledge it
Y'all music like Dr. Seuss inspired it
strippers, prostitutes retiring
We can it for ya it Vans
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
That's how much we in common (yeah!)
That's how we have in common (whoa!)
Up on this mic, we on it
That's how much we have in (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!)

You say affiliated with murderers, killers (ayy)
The people you run with are (gang)
But you're a wanna be gunner (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 with battery, bitch, you ain't in to nothing
Rap god lyrical bullets (boom)
And cock, your partners better tool up
This has not to do muscular
But have guns for sure, you put up
on, in other words if you're a gunner
Roll up your (gang)
You're need a arsenal
'Cause this bar is over your
So you better have arms if you're pull up (skrt)

Oh, you run the streets,
Now you wanna and fuck with me, huh?
little cock-sucker, he must be feeling himself
He to keep up
It's tough to me now, so he does a
Decides to up with Nina
But next you don't gotta use Tech N9ne if you wanna come at me with a sub-machine gun
And I'm talking to you but you already 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
Really I need jaw memories, jaw like strawberry or pineapple, apricot
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 blond fairy, cornball taking at me
You're not ready, fool, break like Rocksteady Crew
Obviously, I'm not through
We can get it poppin' like Redenbach, letting off Remy Ma
artillery, gotta deal a harsh with a hard shell
Put a motherfucking heart in bigger 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 better I don't call Trick Trick
Bitch, this don't fly in our city
Punk, you don't OG's, R.I.P. Prodigy
Soldier in my soul and I told them the moment he 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 Weinstein, a bathrobe hanging over
My code is groper, I roleplay with lotion
I fucked the whole world then I throw away the
the hoes 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 globe in and I'm also not 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 turn and I motion

Invisible 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 lick on my genitals
I'm a fucking invisible, indefensible, despicable difficult prick, a bit unpredictable
I spit the formiddable, that bitches are fucking with the original
I can say that me and are identical
But not us, the only thing we have in common is I'm a dick and you
Otherwise one has nothin' to do the other
None comes to
Skunk, bug,
Tongue, shrub,
One mother
Sponge, mob,
None, rug,
Lug, nut,
Lung, jug
Young Thug
toaster

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