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 Globe actor, this is just a chapter
Singing folk songs in my attic, save for after
I eat the game for breakfast, right now I'm just
chick should I fuck next? Tell me your favorite actress name
It'll be the walk of shame meets the Hollywood of Fame
I'm James Dean Waka Flocka Flame, here to unlock the game
Fuck her so hard she may never walk the same
Only in competition with myself I'm
Do or die, the new American holding a rifle
Baby Jesus on the dash, preacher man a Bible
I don't pray for success, I just pray I never stay
If I to be these 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 be letting 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, don't let me relapse
get me back in that Benz, don't get me back to my sins
Don't get me the party unless you attaching a lens[?]
If I had one goal, one dream it all ends
It's to die happy and make this real life 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 can't even
They say "D, your peers, you think about them?"
I'm in a of my own, they better leave me alone
It's sad it took another man to make get in y'all zone, ay!
Check my resume, I've been killing everyday
Rap, folk, rock, pop, I've killing it every way
Tours on tours, man I've been killing in state
Check the Cleanest Corner, we really it everyday
illy, you feel me, I'm busy, don't call me, I'm sorry
I'll hit you tomorrow or when I'm having a
Cause only thing worse than not living the
Is celebrating and realizing you a part of it from the start
Shit, I'm half-hearted, of rapping and satire
Fuck bitches like Quagmire as I by her
your branding, fuck your standing, fuck your underhanded compliments
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 for mine and stay on autopilot, man I wait in line
Fuck a VIP, I'm not trying to be too good for
I'm just regular old D, old me
The same young man who to stay in the streets
graffiti, ducking, dodging police
Young boy Dave, also known as D-WHY
This is statue of limitations mixed freedom of speech
Still fighting my own fight, still independent, still
When the out to get you, you get pretty good at bluffing
they 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 with these bloggers, like "Man, D the dopest guy"
Then I him my new shit, what'd I get? No reply
You get my email? Wrong address, no postage
Write my on sticky notes, the only way I'm getting posted
Young, loved, and broke, but I'm not hopeless
is me right now putting y'all on notice
Support quality or irrelevant
That goes for anybody selling shit, it's common sense
Never I was a rapper and don't wanna be
Some actors only do or some only do drama, B
But some do it all like Pitt, Will Smith
Johnny Depp, who I wanna be, shit
They say I'm too pretty for rap, too street for rock 'n
Too country for pop, bitch I'm on a out of control
You ain't fucking 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 of? Better get your weight up
Put on that make up, girl gon' get up, we should stay 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 treat me foul, I'm out here starving, 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 I'm finished, motherfucker I'm just getting started
Name favorite artist, fill in the blank
Say name 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 say it, they know I'm underrated
I'ma do these songs, and those songs and some of gon' hate it
Just know I all my shit always it's really me
Rap was just the step to killing this industry
I speak the in my sleep, go to bed, leave the mics on
So fucking fresh I get dressed with the lights off
Check the Cleanest Corner, Week I got my sights on
Watch my homie's Nikon turn me into an
Someone up GQ
This was just a
Fuck your blog, fuck review
I don't need you, shit I got my sights on
Watch my homie's turn me into an icon
D