Luyện nghe bài hát No More Interviews

I guess I'm on my... on my Don
Somebody do it

Look, no interviews
I'm not talking this on a song, feature or interlude
Reporting live from with my girl
I sand to the beach
on vacay in the booth, sand on my feet
I'm from the ground up a ground-ball play
I'm from the underground like it's Groundhog's Day
I'm talking so underground when I talk about J, nigga
I might mean J Dilla, R.I.P. real
I only do the shit that inspire me
Lately niggas treat the Shade Room a diary
Oh yeah, is what you heard?
Believing everything you hear without confirming it first
And you know the funny thing about it is my ex wanna write a all
Fucked up thing about it is she ain't tell all
how I introduced her to meditation, positive thinking
And the books she probably in daily rotation
I when people lie on you not to return the favor so
I get you embarrassed
I won't tell them all the other parts about you plastic
This my last time putting my ex in a song even though the last one went platinum
I'd rather put that into what's worth having
Like how I got a album with no solo tour
Niggas say over for me I go overboard
Back against the wall like my but I'm the poster boy
Not from the city if you let tell it
Greatest of all time if you let YE tell it
You ask me, I got the resume
But, shit, I can go bar for bar for niggas who off
And getting egged on by A&Rs who, soon as your shit fallin' off, they off
And if you rappers diss us and ours know that you dead and you know it
My been moving perpetual motion

I'm not impressed with the whoopty woop, I know who is who
And pretend like I'm hip to it, no hula hoop
And I can't lie like I like shit like I usually do
And I'm just not by you niggas rapping fast
Who sound like one big asthma attack but trash when I'm rapping it
Who you put in your top and claim they the savior of rap
So many turn to enemies, they frenemies
I don't know why I act like I'm or it's offending me
I'm saying, though, I should learned from Hov and Dame
Stunna and Wayne, Cudi and YE
What happened to our family ways,
When I put you on that with Nas, you had told me that you was forever grateful
And that we brothers, so it hurt to hit the internet to find out me and you don't fuck with each other
Over a miscommunication that probably be fixed with a 5 minute conversation, I'm still praying

For ya, though, I guess I it to the game
How it cost? Around twenty88
Going off like Kobe he wore the crazy eights
All y'all niggas looking like my kiddos Bape
Shot my first in the Harajuku store
With Nigo in the background, that's a that you can't take
With YE and Hype Williams each take
And GOD directing step that we take

I'm a king, a legend, man, you ain't worthy
10 years in and a nigga still 30
I'm feeling like an old man that at life
Got to do it all again right (that's how I feel)
So I'm treating every second like an investment
Time is money, every I'm collecting

ask me no stupid questions
"Are you still to YE?" questions, no Roc nation questions
Or who I'm dating questions, look, no interviews
Unless you wanna talk about the music or something has a different view
And not the shit that's getting the and views
misconstrued with no credit, but you niggas approved

My mistakes are my biggest professors and learning lessons
I realize it ain't you have, it's what you feel, that's what true success is
I am the one of one, after me there's no

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