Luyện nghe bài hát Return of King David

Look, look, uh...
I'm not a rapper, told y'all I'm not a
I'm a Globe nominated actor, this is just a chapter
Singing songs in my attic, save those for after
I eat the game for breakfast, now I'm just snacking
What chick should I fuck next? Tell me your actress name
It'll be the walk of shame meets the Hollywood Walk of
I'm James Dean Waka Flocka Flame, here to unlock the game
Fuck her so hard that she may never the same
in competition with myself I'm suicidal
Do or die, the new American holding a rifle
Baby on the dash, preacher man clutching a Bible
I don't pray for success, I just I never stay idle
If I wanted to be these rappers I'd probably be 'em
If I to see these others then I could see 'em
I know thinking, "But D, you're up like Europeans"
don't be letting rappers up in the places we in
Man I'm just to win, tell me it's now or then
It's whenever I feel, don't let me again
Don't get me in that Benz, don't get me back to my sins
Don't get me crashing the unless you attaching a lens[?]
If I had one goal, one dream it all ends
It's to die happy and make real life look like pretend
And it means that enemies always make for the friends
So I'm cool everybody but I hate everybody, amen
Money to the ceiling till the fan can't even
say "D, your peers, what you think about them?"
I'm in a league of my own, they better me alone
It's sad it took man to make y'all get in y'all zone, ay!
Check my resume, I've been killing everyday
Rap, folk, rock, pop, I've been it every way
Tours on tours, man I've been in every state
Check the Cleanest Corner, we killing it everyday
Really illy, you feel me, I'm busy, don't me, I'm sorry
I'll hit you tomorrow or I'm having a party
Cause only thing worse not living the moment
Is and realizing you weren't a part of it from the start
Shit, I'm half-hearted, of rapping and satire
bitches like Quagmire as I pass by her
Fuck your branding, fuck your standing, your underhanded compliments
I'd have some real accomplishments than all that nonsense
Hype - I like it, I don't try it, I don't buy it
I work for mine and on autopilot, man I wait in line
Fuck a VIP, I'm not trying to be too good for
I'm regular old D, regular old me
The young man who used to stay in the streets
Writing graffiti, ducking, dodging
Young boy Dave, known as D-WHY SE[?]
This is statue of mixed with freedom of speech
fighting my own fight, still independent, still trucking
When the out to get you, you get pretty good at bluffing
Funny they think I'm something, really I'm still
I guess I'm more them, but then again that don't mean nothing
Man I shake hands with bloggers, like "Man, D the dopest guy"
I send him my new shit, what'd I get? No reply
You ain't get my email? address, no postage
Write my on sticky notes, the only way I'm getting posted
Young, loved, hated and broke, but I'm not
This is me right now putting on notice
Support or become irrelevant
goes for anybody selling shit, it's just common sense
Never said I was a rapper and don't be
Some actors only do comedy or only do drama, B
But some do it all like Brad Pitt, Will
Johnny Depp, who I wanna be, shit
They say I'm too pretty for rap, too street for rock 'n
Too country for pop, I'm on a roll out of control
You ain't fucking with the kid, but these kids fucking me
Got a taste of victory, now I'm hungry to eat
What you of? What you made of? Better get your weight up
Put on make up, girl gon' get made up, we should stay up
Life's a kitchen, let's up and get our cake up
Then go to and wake up, it's all easy as a layup
treat me foul, I'm out here starving, plowing for a harvest
Back in the ring, return of the King, shout out to
Ain't trying to go the hardest, I'm trying to go the
And when you think I'm finished, motherfucker I'm just started
Name favorite artist, fill in the blank
Say name out loud, go ahead, I'll wait...
Who'd ya pick? I give a shit truthfully
Only thing separating me them is opportunity
And I ain't gotta say it, they know I'm
I'ma do these songs, and those songs and some of y'all hate it
Just know I write all my shit it's really me
Rap was the first step to killing this industry
I speak the in my sleep, go to bed, leave the mics on
So fucking fresh I get dressed with the lights off
Check the Corner, Fashion Week I got my sights on
my homie's Nikon turn me into an icon
Someone up GQ
was just a preview
Fuck your blog, fuck review
I don't need you, bigger shit I got my on
Watch my Nikon turn me into an icon
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