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 Golden nominated actor, this is just a chapter
Singing songs in my attic, save those for after
I eat the game for breakfast, right now I'm just
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 meets Waka Flocka Flame, here to the game
her so hard that she may never walk the same
Only in competition with myself I'm
Do or die, the new American Idol holding a
Jesus on the dash, preacher man clutching a Bible
I don't pray for success, I just pray I never stay
If I wanted to be other 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 letting rappers up in the we in
Man I'm just to win, tell me it's now or then
It's whenever I feel, let me relapse again
Don't get me back in that Benz, get me back to my sins
get me crashing the party unless you attaching a lens[?]
If I had one goal, one before it all ends
It's to die and make this real life look like pretend
And it means that enemies always make for the friends
So I'm cool with everybody but I everybody, amen
Money to the till the fan can't even spin
They say "D, your peers, you think about them?"
I'm in a league of my own, better leave me alone
sad it took another man to make y'all get in y'all zone, ay!
Check my resume, I've killing shit everyday
Rap, folk, rock, pop, been killing it every way
Tours on tours, man I've killing in every state
Check the Cleanest Corner, we really killing it
Really illy, you me, I'm busy, don't call me, I'm sorry
I'll hit you or when I'm having a party
Cause only worse than not living the moment
Is celebrating and realizing you weren't a of it from the start
Shit, I'm half-hearted, of rapping and satire
Fuck bitches like Quagmire as I by her
Fuck your branding, fuck your standing, fuck your underhanded
I'd rather have some real accomplishments than all that
Hype - I don't like it, I try it, I don't buy it
I work for mine and stay on autopilot, man I wait in
Fuck a VIP, I'm not to be too good for anybody
I'm regular old D, regular old me
The young man who used to stay in the streets
graffiti, ducking, dodging police
Young boy Dave, known as D-WHY SE[?]
This is statue of limitations with freedom of speech
Still fighting my own fight, still independent, trucking
the dealers out to get you, you get pretty good at bluffing
Funny think I'm something, really I'm still nothing
I guess I'm more them, but then again that don't mean nothing
Man I shake hands with these bloggers, "Man, D the dopest guy"
Then I send him my new shit, what'd I No reply
You ain't get my email? Wrong address, no
Write my raps on notes, the only way I'm getting posted
Young, loved, and broke, but I'm not hopeless
This is me right now putting y'all on
Support or become irrelevant
That goes for anybody shit, it's just common sense
said I was a rapper and don't wanna be
Some actors only do comedy or some do drama, B
But some do it all like Pitt, Will Smith
Johnny Depp, who I be, real shit
say I'm too pretty for rap, too street for rock 'n roll
Too country for pop, bitch I'm on a roll out of
You ain't fucking with the kid, but 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 your up
Put on that up, girl gon' get made up, we should stay up
Life's a kitchen, bake up and get our cake up
Then go to sleep and wake up, it's all 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
Ain't trying to go the hardest, I'm trying to go the
And when you think I'm finished, motherfucker I'm getting started
your favorite artist, fill in the blank
Say their out loud, go ahead, I'll wait...
Who'd ya pick? I don't a shit truthfully
Only thing separating me from them is
And I ain't gotta say it, know I'm underrated
I'ma do these songs, and those songs and of y'all gon' hate it
Just I write all my shit always it's really me
Rap was just the first step to killing this
I speak the truth in my sleep, go to bed, leave the on
So fresh I could get dressed with the lights off
Check the Cleanest Corner, Week I got my sights on
Watch my Nikon turn me into an icon
Someone up GQ
This was a preview
Fuck your blog, fuck review
I don't need you, bigger I got my sights on
my homie's Nikon turn me into an icon
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