Luyện nghe bài hát Not Alike

Tay Keith, these niggas 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 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, there's not us on the mic (yeah!)

I don't do and Audemars
I do explosions and
Y'all blowing smoke as if ain't washed
I the smoke from the car exhaust
Flying to a party I am not invited to, feeling the streets need me (woah)
I ain't gotta dance as long as my 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 white and cool G-Eazy
While dudes tryna figure out how to do a freestyle as fly as me
I'm confused trying to out how to do Capri styles, am I a G?
Everybody doing chick joints, rob these little dudes at fist point
everybody used to bite Nickel, now everybody doing Bitcoin
We don't got nothing in (no)
We got nothing in common (no)

in the stuff like doubled-up Styrofoam cups on them uppers-and-downers (woo!)
I'm into stuff like doubling
me a brother who's solid
To count the shit up, then bust the down
When the cops set us up, we can flush the down
We can no a fuck, shit, a fucking Kehlani
Selling cock and your butt for a follower
Possible cup, for dollars you sniff
Now slipping, call it a power trip
A of politics
Y'all went profit and topping the charts
To dropped in the park in a pile of
is power, but powerless if you got it and you do not acknowledge it
Y'all music sound like Dr. 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
meds, cyclops
They bed,
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
how much we have in common (yeah!)
That's how we have in common (woo!)
how much we have in common
We are not alike, not alike us on the mic (yeah!)

You say you're with murderers, killers (ayy)
The you run with are fucking (gang)
But you're just a 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 charged in connection with battery, bitch, you ain't plugged in to nothing
Rap god spit bullets (boom)
And gats cock, your partners tool up
This has not to do with
But have guns for sure, you put up
Strap on, in words if you're a gunner
up with your (gang)
You're gon' need a
'Cause this bar is your head
So you better have if you're gonna pull up (skrt)

Oh, you run the streets,
Now you wanna come and with me, huh?
This little cock-sucker, he must be feeling
He wants to up
It's to me now, so he does a feature
to team up with Nina
But time you don't gotta use Tech N9ne if you wanna come at me with a sub-machine gun
And I'm talking to you but you know who the fuck you are, Kelly
I don't use sublims and sure as don't sneak-diss
But keep commenting on my daughter
I keep on telling motherfucker, bitches, in you forgot
I need jaw memories, jaw like 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 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, deal a harsh with a hard shell
Put a motherfucking heart in bigger than belly

Only time you'll say, I lost
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, shit don't fly in our city
Punk, you disrespect OG's, R.I.P. Prodigy
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 okay to own it 'cause is a bitch, it's a bow-legged hoe

But now days are over, I Harvey Weinstein, a bathrobe over
My name is groper, I roleplay with lotion
I fucked the whole world then I throw away the
Olay the hoes like with home-made explosives, I blow eighty 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 not ready tryna throw in the colt
They both to choke and my hoe play the soak
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 pinnacle of individuals, take my dick and put the tip in
At minimal, I'm fucking syllables
I let lick on my genitals
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 only thing we have in common is I'm a 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 much we 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 in common (woo!)
how much we have in common
We are not alike, not alike us on the mic
(Man, this shit; let's go)