Luyện nghe bài hát Not Alike

Tay Keith, fuck these up

dead, eye drops
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
That's how much we 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 and Audemars
I do and Molotovs
blowing smoke as if y'all 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 freely
The sky is blue, the tie is new, the white and cool like G-Eazy
While these 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 little at fist point
Remember everybody to bite Nickel, now everybody doing Bitcoin
We don't got in common (no)
We don't got in common (no)

Y'all in the like doubled-up Styrofoam cups on them uppers-and-downers (woo!)
I'm stuff like doubling commas
Find me a who's solid
To count the shit up, then the shit 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
Possible cup, for you powder sniff
Now you're slipping, call it a power
A of politics
Y'all went from profit and 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
music sound like 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

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 much we have in (whoa!)
Up on this mic, we 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, there's not us on the mic (yeah!)

You say you're affiliated murderers, killers (ayy)
The you run with are fucking (gang)
But you're just a wanna be (gang)
you was gonna do something
Acting like you catching (ayy)
And you got juice, lil youngin', bugging
You ain't never even been charged in connection with battery, bitch, you ain't plugged in to
Rap god spit lyrical (boom)
And gats cock, your better 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
up with your (gang)
You're gon' a arsenal
this bar is over your head
So you better arms if you're gonna pull up (skrt)

Oh, you run the streets,
Now you come and fuck with me, huh?
This cock-sucker, he must be feeling himself
He wants to up
It's tough to me now, so he does a
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 as fuck don't sneak-diss
But keep on my daughter Hailie
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 a fucking cocked semi Glock
Demi god, let me put a on this little non-threatening blond fairy, cornball taking shots at me
not ready, fool, break yourself like Rocksteady Crew
Obviously, I'm not through
We can get it like Redenbach, letting off like Remy Ma
Heavy artillery, gotta deal a harsh with a hard
Put a motherfucking heart in than Bizarre's belly

Only time ever say, I lost
be talking 'bout Fetty Wap, better call Diddy
Just to try to get me off and you hope I don't call Trick Trick
Bitch, this shit 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 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 are over, I Harvey Weinstein, a bathrobe hanging over
My code name is groper, I roleplay lotion
I fucked the whole world then I throw away the
Olay the hoes like 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 place I poke and I and I turn and I rotating motion

Invisible the pen, I'm at the pinnacle of sick individuals, take my dick and put the tip in
At minimal, I'm these syllables
I let them on my genitals
I'm a fucking invisible, indefensible, despicable difficult prick, a little bit
I spit the formiddable, 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 the other
comes 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!)
how much we have in common (whoa!)
Up on this mic, we on it (yeah)
That's how much we have in (yeah!)
That's how much we in common (woo!)
That's how we have in common
We are not alike, not alike us on the mic
(Man, this shit; let's go)