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 in common (yeah!)
That's how much we have in (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 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 ain't 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 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 white and like G-Eazy
these dudes tryna 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 doing chick joints, probably rob these 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 them (woo!)
I'm stuff like doubling commas
Find me a brother who's
To count the shit up, bust the shit down
the cops set us up, we can flush the shit down
We can no give a fuck, shit, a Kehlani
Selling your cock and your butt for a
cup, for dollars you powder sniff
Now slipping, call it a power trip
A of politics
Y'all from profit and topping the charts
To dropped in the park in a of shit
Knowledge is power, but powerless if you got it and you do not 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

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

You say affiliated with murderers, killers (ayy)
The you run with are fucking (gang)
But you're just a be gunner (gang)
you was gonna do something
Acting you catching bodies (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 lyrical (boom)
And gats cock, your partners tool up
This has not to do muscular
But have guns for sure, you put up
Strap on, in other if you're a gunner
Roll up with (gang)
You're gon' need a
'Cause bar is over your head
So you better have arms if you're gonna up (skrt)

Oh, you run the streets,
Now you wanna come and fuck with me,
little cock-sucker, he must be feeling himself
He to keep up
It's to me now, so he does a feature
Decides to team up with
But next time you don't gotta use Tech N9ne if you wanna 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 fuck sneak-diss
But keep commenting on my daughter
I keep on telling motherfucker, bitches, in case you
Really I need jaw memories, jaw strawberry or pineapple, apricot jelly
I respond, rarely but this time Shady 'bout to sound off like a cocked semi Glock
Demi god, let me put a on this little non-threatening blond fairy, cornball taking shots at me
You're not ready, fool, yourself like Rocksteady Crew
Obviously, I'm not through
We can get it poppin' Redenbach, letting off like Remy Ma
Heavy artillery, gotta deal a with a hard shell
Put a motherfucking heart in than Bizarre's belly

Only time 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, 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
no shame, it's okay to own it 'cause life is a bitch, it's a bow-legged hoe

But now days are over, I Harvey Weinstein, a bathrobe over
My code name is groper, I roleplay with
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 to injury
Roll dice to globe in and I'm also not ready tryna throw in the
They both hate to choke and my hoe play the
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 of sick individuals, take my dick and put the tip in
At minimal, I'm these syllables
I let lick on my genitals
I'm a fucking invisible, indefensible, despicable difficult prick, a bit unpredictable
I the formiddable, that you're bitches are fucking with the original
I can say that me and are identical
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
Young poster
toaster

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