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 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 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 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 hire goons, I'd rather try to buy the moon, and breathe freely
The sky is blue, the tie is new, the Masarati and cool 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 doing chick joints, probably rob these little at fist point
Remember everybody used to bite Nickel, now everybody doing
We don't got in common (no)
We got nothing in common (no)

Y'all in the stuff like doubled-up Styrofoam cups on them (woo!)
I'm into stuff like doubling
Find me a who's solid
To count the shit up, then bust the down
When the cops set us up, we can 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 product of
Y'all from profit 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 like Dr. Seuss inspired it
Hiring strippers, prostitutes
We can spit it for ya it
I'm fit to be king, you're cut out to fit in 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 much we have in (whoa!)
Up on mic, we we're 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!)

You say you're affiliated murderers, killers (ayy)
The people you run are fucking (gang)
But you're a wanna be gunner (gang)
Like you was gonna do
Acting you catching bodies (ayy)
And you got juice, lil youngin', bugging
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 words if you're a gunner
Roll up with (gang)
gon' need a arsenal
'Cause this bar is over your
So you have arms if you're gonna pull up (skrt)

Oh, you run the streets,
Now you come and fuck with me, huh?
This little cock-sucker, he must be feeling
He to keep up
It's 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 come at me with a sub-machine gun
And I'm talking to you but you already know who the fuck you are,
I don't use sublims and sure as fuck don't
But keep commenting on my Hailie
I keep on telling motherfucker, bitches, in case you
Really I jaw memories, jaw like strawberry or pineapple, apricot jelly
I respond, rarely but this time Shady 'bout to sound off like a fucking cocked Glock
Demi god, let me put a silencer on this little non-threatening blond fairy, taking shots at me
You're not ready, fool, break yourself like Crew
Obviously, I'm not through
We can get it poppin' like Redenbach, letting off Remy Ma
Heavy artillery, gotta deal a harsh a hard shell
Put a motherfucking in bigger than Bizarre's belly

Only you'll ever say, I lost
You'll be talking 'bout Fetty Wap, better call
Just to try to get me off and you better I don't call Trick Trick
Bitch, shit 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 I'll 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 Harvey Weinstein, a hanging over
My code name is groper, I with lotion
I fucked the whole then I throw away the Trojan
Olay the hoes with home-made explosives, I blow eighty holes in you
Don't make me go in, I OJ the and I'm insult to injury
Roll dice to in and I'm also not ready tryna throw in the colt
They both hate to and my hoe play the soak
And I double-edge sworded 'cause one place I and I stick and I turn and I rotating motion

Invisible with the pen, I'm at the pinnacle of 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 is I'm a dick and you suck
Otherwise one has to do with the other
None close to
Skunk, bug,
Tongue, shrub,
One older
Sponge, mob,
None, rug,
Lug, nut,
Lung, jug
Young poster
Unplugged

That's how we have in common (yeah!)
That's how we have in common (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, fuck shit; let's go)