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 Globe actor, this is just a chapter
Singing folk songs in my attic, those for after
I eat the game for breakfast, right now I'm snacking
What chick I fuck next? Tell me your favorite actress name
It'll be the walk of meets the Hollywood Walk of Fame
I'm Dean meets Waka Flocka Flame, here to unlock the game
Fuck her so hard that she may walk the same
in competition with myself I'm suicidal
Do or die, the new American Idol holding a
Baby Jesus on the dash, preacher man clutching a
I don't pray for success, I just pray I never idle
If I wanted to be other rappers I'd probably be 'em
If I wanted to see these others then I 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 trying to win, tell me it's now or
It's whenever I feel, don't let me relapse
Don't get me back in that Benz, don't get me back to my
Don't get me the party unless you attaching a lens[?]
If I had one goal, one dream before it all
to die happy 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 hate everybody,
Money to the ceiling the fan can't even spin
They say "D, your peers, what you about them?"
I'm in a of my own, they better leave me alone
It's sad it took another man to y'all get in y'all zone, ay!
Check my resume, I've killing 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 killing it everyday
Really illy, you me, I'm busy, don't call me, I'm sorry
I'll hit you tomorrow or when I'm having a
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, half-tired of and satire
bitches like Quagmire as I pass by her
Fuck your branding, your standing, fuck your underhanded compliments
I'd rather have some real than all that nonsense
Hype - I like it, I don't try it, I don't buy it
I work for mine and stay on autopilot, man I in line
Fuck a VIP, I'm not trying to be too for anybody
I'm just old D, regular old me
The same young man who to stay in the streets
Writing graffiti, ducking, dodging
Young boy Dave, known as D-WHY SE[?]
This is statue of limitations mixed with freedom of
Still fighting my own fight, still independent, still
When the out to get you, you get pretty good at bluffing
Funny they think I'm something, I'm still nothing
I guess I'm more than them, but then again that don't mean
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? Wrong address, no
Write my raps on sticky notes, the only way I'm posted
Young, loved, hated and broke, but I'm not
is me right now putting y'all on notice
Support quality or irrelevant
That goes for anybody selling shit, it's just common
said I was a rapper and don't wanna be
Some actors only do or some only do drama, B
But some do it all Brad Pitt, Will Smith
Johnny Depp, who I wanna be, shit
They say I'm too pretty for rap, too street for '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 of victory, now bitch I'm hungry to eat
What you afraid of? What you made of? get your weight up
Put on that make up, girl gon' get up, we should stay up
Life's a kitchen, let's up and get our cake up
go to sleep and wake up, it's all easy as a layup
They treat me foul, I'm out here starving, plowing for a
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 I'm finished, motherfucker I'm just getting started
Name your favorite artist, in the blank
Say name out loud, go ahead, I'll wait...
Who'd ya pick? I don't give a truthfully
Only thing separating me from them is
And I ain't say it, they know I'm underrated
I'ma do these songs, and those and some of y'all gon' hate it
Just know I write all my shit always it's me
Rap was just the first step to killing this
I speak the truth in my sleep, go to bed, the mics on
So fucking fresh I get dressed with the lights off
Check the Cleanest Corner, Fashion I got my sights on
Watch my homie's Nikon turn me into an
call up GQ
This was just a
Fuck your blog, fuck your
I don't need you, bigger shit I got my on
Watch my Nikon turn me into an icon
D