Luyện nghe bài hát Return of King David

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