Luyện nghe bài hát Return of King David

Look, look, uh...
I'm not a rapper, y'all I'm not a rapper
I'm a Golden nominated actor, this is just a chapter
Singing folk songs in my attic, save those for
I eat the game for breakfast, now I'm just snacking
What chick should I fuck next? Tell me your favorite name
It'll be the walk of shame meets the Hollywood Walk of
I'm James meets Waka Flocka Flame, here to unlock 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
Baby Jesus on the dash, preacher man a Bible
I don't pray for success, I just pray I never idle
If I wanted to be these other rappers I'd be 'em
If I wanted to see these others then I see 'em
I know they thinking, "But D, up like Europeans"
They don't be letting up in the places we in
Man I'm just trying to win, 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 you attaching a lens[?]
If I had one goal, one dream it all ends
It's to die happy and make this real look like pretend
And it means that enemies always for the best friends
So I'm with everybody but I hate everybody, amen
Money to the ceiling till the fan even spin
They say "D, your peers, what you think 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 been shit everyday
Rap, folk, rock, pop, been killing it every way
on tours, man I've been killing in every state
Check the Cleanest Corner, we really killing it
Really illy, you feel me, I'm busy, call me, I'm sorry
I'll hit you tomorrow or when I'm having a
only thing worse than not living the moment
Is celebrating and realizing you weren't a part of it from the
Shit, I'm half-hearted, of rapping and satire
Fuck like Quagmire as I pass by her
Fuck your branding, fuck your standing, fuck your compliments
I'd rather have some real accomplishments than all nonsense
Hype - I don't it, I don't try it, I don't buy it
I for mine and stay on autopilot, man I wait in line
a VIP, I'm not trying to be too good for anybody
I'm regular old D, regular old me
The young man who used to stay in the streets
Writing graffiti, ducking, police
Young boy Dave, known as D-WHY SE[?]
This is statue of limitations with freedom of speech
Still my own fight, still independent, still trucking
the dealers out to get you, you get pretty good at bluffing
Funny they I'm something, really I'm still nothing
I guess I'm than them, but then again that don't mean nothing
Man I shake hands these bloggers, like "Man, D the dopest guy"
Then I send him my new shit, what'd I No reply
You ain't get my email? address, no postage
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 quality or become
That goes for anybody shit, it's just common sense
Never I was a rapper and don't wanna be
Some actors do comedy or some only do drama, B
But do it all like Brad Pitt, Will Smith
Johnny Depp, who I wanna be, real
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 fucking 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, gon' get made up, we should stay up
Life's a kitchen, let's bake up and get our up
Then go to sleep and wake up, it's all easy as a
They me foul, I'm out here starving, plowing for a harvest
in the ring, return of the King, shout out to Martin
Ain't to go the hardest, I'm trying to go the smartest
And when you I'm finished, motherfucker I'm just 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 give a truthfully
Only separating me from 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
know I write all my shit always it's really me
Rap was the first step to killing this industry
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, Fashion Week I got my on
Watch my homie's turn me into an icon
Someone up GQ
was just a preview
Fuck your blog, fuck review
I don't need you, shit I got my sights on
Watch my homie's Nikon turn me into an
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