Luyện nghe bài hát Not Alike

Tay Keith, fuck niggas up

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

I do Jordans and Audemars
I do and Molotovs
Y'all blowing smoke as if ain't washed
I the smoke from the car exhaust
Flying to a I am not invited to, feeling like the streets need me (woah)
I ain't gotta dance as as my Ferrari Spyder move, like C Breezy
I don't gotta hire goons, I'd rather try to buy the moon, and freely
The sky is blue, the tie is new, the Masarati white and cool G-Eazy
While these dudes tryna 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 joints, probably rob these little dudes at fist point
Remember everybody to bite Nickel, now everybody doing Bitcoin
We don't got nothing in (no)
We don't got 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 who's solid
To count the shit up, then bust the shit
When the set us up, we can flush the shit down
We can no a fuck, shit, a fucking Kehlani
Selling your cock and your butt for a
Possible cup, for dollars you powder
Now you're slipping, call it a power
A product of
Y'all from profit and topping the charts
To dropped in the park in a pile of
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 pants
You

dead, eye drops
Pain meds,
bed, iPod
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 we have in common (yeah!)
That's how we have in common (woo!)
That's how much we in common
We are not alike, not alike 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)
you was gonna do something
Acting you catching bodies (ayy)
And you got juice, lil youngin', you're
You ain't never been charged in connection with battery, bitch, you ain't plugged in to nothing
Rap god spit bullets (boom)
And cock, your partners better tool up
has not to do with muscular
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 bar is over your head
So you have arms if you're gonna pull up (skrt)

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

Only time you'll ever say, I
You'll be 'bout Fetty Wap, better call Diddy
Just to try to get me off and you better hope I don't call 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 signed me that be the most hated, dumb-hated soldier
There's no shame, it's okay to own it life 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 away the Trojan
Olay the hoes like 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 not ready tryna throw in the colt
They both hate to and my hoe play the soak
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 these
I let them lick on my
I'm a invisible, indefensible, despicable difficult prick, a little bit unpredictable
I spit the formiddable, that you're are fucking 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 to do with the other
comes close to
Skunk, bug,
Tongue, shrub,
One mother
Sponge, mob,
None, rug,
Lug, nut,
Lung, jug
Young poster
Unplugged

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