Luyện nghe bài hát Not Alike

Tay Keith, these niggas up

Brain dead, eye
meds, cyclops
They bed,
Maybach, my
Trainwrecks,
Pay less,
K-Fed,
Playtex, ice
That's how we have in common (yeah!)
That's how much we have in (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 in common
We are not alike, not alike us on the mic (yeah!)

I do Jordans and Audemars
I do explosions and
Y'all blowing smoke as if y'all ain't
I blow the smoke from the car
Flying to a party I am not invited to, feeling the streets need me (woah)
I ain't gotta as long as my Ferrari Spyder 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 cool G-Eazy
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 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 Styrofoam on them uppers-and-downers (woo!)
I'm into like doubling commas
me a brother who's solid
To count the shit up, then the shit down
When the cops set us up, we can flush the down
We can no give a fuck, shit, a Kehlani
Selling your cock and butt for a follower
Possible cup, for dollars you powder
Now you're slipping, call it a power
A of politics
Y'all went from and topping the charts
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 music sound Dr. Seuss inspired it
Hiring strippers, retiring
We can it for ya it Vans
I'm fit to be king, cut out to fit in prince pants
You

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

You say you're with murderers, killers (ayy)
The people you run are fucking (gang)
But just a wanna be gunner (gang)
Like you was do something
like you catching bodies (ayy)
And you got juice, lil youngin', you're
You never 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 better up
This has not to do with
But have for sure, you better put up
Strap on, in words if you're a gunner
Roll up with (gang)
You're gon' need a
'Cause this bar is your head
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 wants to up
tough to me now, so he does a feature
Decides to team up Nina
But next time you don't gotta use N9ne if you wanna come at me with a sub-machine gun
And I'm talking to you but you already know who the you are, Kelly
I don't use sublims and as fuck don't sneak-diss
But commenting on my daughter Hailie
I keep on telling motherfucker, bitches, in you forgot
Really I need jaw memories, jaw like or pineapple, apricot jelly
I respond, rarely but this time Shady 'bout to off like a fucking cocked semi Glock
Demi god, let me put a silencer on this little non-threatening blond fairy, cornball shots 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
Heavy artillery, gotta deal a harsh with a shell
Put a motherfucking heart in than Bizarre's belly

Only time you'll say, I lost
You'll be talking Fetty Wap, better call Diddy
to try to get me off and you better hope I don't call Trick Trick
Bitch, this shit don't fly in our
Punk, you don't disrespect OG's, R.I.P.
Soldier in my soul and I told them the moment he signed me that I'll be the most hated, dumb-hated
There's no shame, it's to own it 'cause 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 throw the Trojan
Olay the hoes like with home-made explosives, I eighty holes 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 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 and I rotating motion

Invisible with the pen, I'm at the pinnacle of sick individuals, my dick and put the tip in
At minimal, I'm these syllables
I let them lick on my
I'm a fucking invisible, indefensible, difficult prick, a little bit unpredictable
I spit the formiddable, that you're bitches are fucking with the
I can say that me and Nickel are
But not us, the only thing we in common is I'm a dick and you suck
Otherwise one has nothin' to do the other
None close to
Skunk, bug,
Tongue, shrub,
One older
Sponge, mob,
None, rug,
Lug, nut,
Lung, jug
Thug poster
Unplugged

That's how much we in common (yeah!)
That's how we have in common (whoa!)
Up on mic, we were 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, there's not us on the mic
(Man, this shit; let's go)