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 nominated actor, this is just a
Singing folk songs in my attic, save for after
I eat the game for breakfast, right now I'm just
What chick should I fuck next? me your favorite actress name
It'll be the walk of meets the Hollywood Walk of Fame
I'm James Dean meets Waka Flocka Flame, here to unlock the
Fuck her so that she may never walk the same
Only in with myself I'm suicidal
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 pray I never stay idle
If I wanted to be these other rappers I'd be 'em
If I wanted to see these others I could see 'em
I know they thinking, "But D, you're up Europeans"
They be letting rappers up in the places we in
Man I'm just to win, tell me it's now or then
It's whenever I feel, don't let me again
Don't get me back in Benz, don't get me back to my sins
Don't get me crashing the unless you attaching a lens[?]
If I had one goal, one dream before it all
It's to die happy and make this real look like pretend
And it means enemies always make for the best friends
So I'm cool everybody but I hate everybody, amen
Money to the till the fan can't even spin
They say "D, peers, what you think 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 it every way
Tours on tours, man been killing in every state
Check the 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 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 bitches like as I pass by her
Fuck your branding, fuck standing, fuck your underhanded 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 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 regular old D, regular old me
The same young man who used to in the streets
Writing graffiti, ducking, dodging
Young boy Dave, also known as SE[?]
is statue of limitations mixed with freedom of speech
Still fighting my own fight, still independent, still
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 don't mean nothing
Man I hands with these 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? 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 y'all on notice
Support quality or irrelevant
goes for anybody selling shit, it's just common sense
Never I was a rapper and don't wanna be
Some actors only do comedy or some do drama, B
But some do it all Brad Pitt, Will Smith
Depp, who I wanna be, real shit
They say I'm too for rap, too street 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? get your weight up
Put on that make up, girl gon' get made up, we should 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 me foul, I'm out here starving, plowing for a harvest
in the ring, return of the King, shout out to Martin
Ain't trying to go the hardest, I'm to go the smartest
And when you think I'm finished, motherfucker I'm just started
Name your favorite artist, in the blank
Say their name out loud, go ahead, wait...
Who'd ya pick? I give a shit truthfully
Only thing me from them is opportunity
And I ain't say it, they know I'm underrated
I'ma do these songs, and those songs and of y'all gon' hate it
Just know I write all my shit always really me
Rap was just the first to killing this industry
I speak the truth in my sleep, go to bed, the mics on
So fucking fresh I could get dressed with the off
Check the Cleanest Corner, Fashion Week I got my on
Watch my homie's Nikon turn me into an
call up GQ
This was a preview
Fuck your blog, fuck review
I don't need you, bigger shit I got my on
Watch my Nikon turn me into an icon
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