Luyện nghe bài hát Not Alike

Tay Keith, fuck these up

Brain dead, eye
Pain meds,
They bed,
Maybach, my
Trainwrecks,
Pay less,
K-Fed,
Playtex, ice
how much we have in common (yeah!)
That's how much we 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 we have in common
We are not alike, there's not 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 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 white and cool like G-Eazy
While these dudes tryna figure out how to do a as fly as me
I'm confused trying to out how to do Capri styles, am I a G?
Everybody doing chick joints, probably rob these dudes at fist point
Remember everybody used to bite Nickel, now everybody doing
We got nothing in common (no)
We don't got nothing in (no)

in the stuff like doubled-up Styrofoam cups on them uppers-and-downers (woo!)
I'm into like doubling commas
me a brother who's solid
To count the shit up, then bust the down
When the set us up, we can flush the shit down
We can no give a fuck, shit, a fucking
Selling your cock and your for a follower
cup, for dollars you powder sniff
Now slipping, call it a power trip
A of politics
Y'all went from profit and the charts
To in the park in a pile of shit
Knowledge is power, but if you got it and you do not acknowledge 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, you're cut out to fit in prince
You

Brain dead, eye
Pain meds,
They bed,
Maybach, my
Trainwrecks,
Payless,
K-Fed,
Playtex, ice
That's how much we in common (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 we have in common (woo!)
That's how much we 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 gonna do
Acting like you catching (ayy)
And you got juice, lil youngin', you're
You ain't never even been charged in connection with battery, bitch, you plugged in to nothing
Rap god lyrical bullets (boom)
And gats cock, your partners tool up
This has not to do with
But have for sure, you better put up
Strap on, in other words if a gunner
Roll up your (gang)
You're gon' a arsenal
this bar is over your head
So you better have arms if you're gonna up (skrt)

Oh, you run the streets,
Now you wanna and fuck with me, huh?
This little cock-sucker, he must be himself
He wants to up
It's tough to me now, so he a feature
Decides to team up Nina
But next time you gotta use Tech N9ne if you wanna come at me with a sub-machine gun
And I'm to you but you already know 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 motherfucker, bitches, in case you forgot
Really I jaw memories, jaw like 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 silencer on this little blond fairy, cornball taking shots at me
You're not ready, fool, break yourself like Rocksteady
Obviously, I'm not through
We can get it poppin' like Redenbach, letting off Remy Ma
Heavy artillery, gotta deal a with a hard shell
Put a motherfucking heart in bigger than belly

Only time you'll ever say, I
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, this don't fly in our city
Punk, you don't disrespect OG's, R.I.P.
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 'cause life is a bitch, it's a hoe

But now days are over, I Harvey Weinstein, a bathrobe over
My code name is groper, I with lotion
I fucked the whole world then I away the Trojan
Olay the like with home-made explosives, I blow eighty holes in you
Don't me go in, I OJ the flows and I'm insult to injury
Roll dice to globe in and I'm also not ready tryna throw in the
They hate to choke and my hoe play the soak
And I double-edge sworded 'cause one 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 on my genitals
I'm a fucking invisible, indefensible, despicable prick, a little bit unpredictable
I spit the formiddable, that you're 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
comes close to
Skunk, bug,
Tongue, shrub,
One older
Sponge, mob,
None, rug,
Lug, nut,
Lung, jug
Young Thug
toaster

That's how we have in common (yeah!)
That's how much we have in (whoa!)
Up on this mic, we on it (yeah)
That's how much we 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)