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 Golden Globe actor, this is just a chapter
Singing folk songs in my attic, save those for
I eat the game for breakfast, right now I'm snacking
What chick should I next? Tell me your favorite actress name
It'll be the walk of shame meets the Hollywood of Fame
I'm James Dean meets Waka Flocka Flame, to unlock the game
Fuck her so hard that she may never walk the
Only in competition with I'm suicidal
Do or die, the new American holding a rifle
Baby Jesus on the dash, preacher man clutching a
I don't pray for success, I just I never stay idle
If I to be these other rappers I'd probably be 'em
If I wanted to see these others I could see 'em
I know they thinking, "But D, up like 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, let me relapse again
Don't get me back in that Benz, don't get me back to my
Don't get me crashing the party unless you attaching a
If I had one goal, one dream it all ends
to die happy and make this real life look like pretend
And it means that enemies make for the best 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, what you think them?"
I'm in a league of my own, better leave me alone
It's sad it another man to make y'all get in y'all zone, ay!
Check my resume, I've been killing shit
Rap, folk, rock, pop, I've been it every way
Tours on tours, man I've been killing in every
the Cleanest Corner, we really killing it everyday
Really illy, you feel me, I'm busy, call me, I'm sorry
I'll hit you tomorrow or when I'm having a
Cause only thing worse than not the moment
Is celebrating and realizing you a part of it from the start
Shit, I'm half-hearted, half-tired of and satire
bitches like Quagmire as I pass by her
Fuck your branding, fuck standing, fuck your underhanded compliments
I'd rather have some real accomplishments than all that
Hype - I don't it, I don't try it, I don't buy it
I work for and stay 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 same man who used to stay in the streets
graffiti, ducking, dodging police
Young boy Dave, also as D-WHY SE[?]
This is of limitations mixed with freedom of speech
Still my own fight, still independent, still trucking
When the dealers out to get you, you get pretty at bluffing
they think I'm something, really I'm still nothing
I guess I'm more than them, but then that don't mean nothing
Man I shake with these bloggers, like "Man, D the dopest guy"
Then I send him my new shit, I get? No reply
You ain't get my email? address, no postage
my raps on sticky notes, the only way I'm getting posted
Young, loved, hated and broke, but I'm not
is me right now putting y'all on notice
Support or become irrelevant
That goes for anybody shit, it's just common sense
Never said I was a rapper and don't be
Some actors do comedy or some only do drama, B
But some do it all like Pitt, Will Smith
Johnny Depp, who I be, real shit
They say I'm too pretty for rap, too for rock 'n roll
Too country for pop, bitch I'm on a roll out of
You ain't with the kid, but these kids fucking with me
Got a taste of victory, now I'm hungry to eat
What you afraid of? What you made of? Better get weight up
Put on that make up, girl gon' get made up, we stay up
Life's a kitchen, bake up and get our cake up
Then go to sleep and wake up, it's all easy as a
treat me foul, I'm out here starving, plowing for a harvest
Back in the ring, of the King, shout out to Martin
Ain't to go the hardest, I'm trying to go the smartest
And you think I'm finished, motherfucker I'm just getting started
Name your artist, fill in the blank
Say their name out loud, go ahead, 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 I'm underrated
I'ma do these songs, and those songs and some of gon' hate it
Just know I write all my always it's really me
Rap was just the first step to killing industry
I speak the in my sleep, go to bed, leave the mics on
So fucking I could get dressed with the lights off
Check the Cleanest Corner, Week I got my sights on
Watch my homie's Nikon me into an icon
Someone up GQ
This was a preview
your blog, fuck your review
I don't need you, bigger I got my sights on
Watch my homie's turn me into an icon
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