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 nominated 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
What chick should I fuck next? Tell me favorite actress name
It'll be the walk of meets the Hollywood Walk of Fame
I'm James Dean meets Waka Flocka Flame, to unlock the game
Fuck her so hard that she may walk the same
Only in competition with I'm suicidal
Do or die, the new American Idol a rifle
Baby on the dash, preacher man clutching a Bible
I pray for success, I just pray I never stay idle
If I wanted to be other rappers I'd probably be 'em
If I wanted to see others then I could see 'em
I know they thinking, "But D, up like Europeans"
They be letting rappers 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
get me back in that 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 and make this real life 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 can't even
They say "D, your peers, what you think them?"
I'm in a league of my own, they better leave me
sad it took 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 killing it every way
Tours on tours, man I've been in every state
Check the Cleanest Corner, we really it everyday
Really illy, you me, I'm busy, don't call me, I'm sorry
I'll hit you tomorrow or I'm having a party
Cause 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, half-tired of rapping and
Fuck bitches like as I pass by her
your branding, fuck your standing, fuck your underhanded compliments
I'd rather some real accomplishments than all that nonsense
Hype - I like 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 just regular old D, old me
The same man who used to stay in the streets
Writing graffiti, ducking, police
Young boy Dave, also as D-WHY SE[?]
This is statue of limitations mixed with freedom of
fighting my own fight, still independent, still trucking
When the dealers out to get you, you get pretty good at
Funny they I'm something, really I'm still nothing
I I'm more 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 get? No
You ain't get my email? address, no postage
Write my raps on sticky notes, the only way I'm posted
Young, loved, hated and broke, but I'm not
This is me right now y'all on notice
Support or become irrelevant
That goes for anybody selling shit, it's just sense
Never said I was a rapper and wanna be
actors only do comedy or some only do drama, B
But some do it all like Brad Pitt, Will
Johnny Depp, who I wanna be, shit
They say I'm too for rap, too street for rock 'n roll
Too country for pop, bitch I'm on a out of control
You ain't fucking with the kid, but these fucking with me
Got a taste of victory, now I'm hungry to eat
What you afraid of? What you made of? Better get your 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 wake up, it's all as a layup
They me foul, I'm out here starving, plowing for a harvest
Back in the ring, return of the King, out to Martin
trying 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 favorite artist, fill in the
Say their out loud, go ahead, I'll wait...
Who'd ya pick? I don't a shit truthfully
Only thing separating me from is opportunity
And I ain't say it, they know I'm underrated
do these songs, and those songs and some of y'all gon' hate it
Just I write all my shit always it's really me
Rap was just the first step to 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
my homie's Nikon turn me into an icon
Someone up GQ
This was a preview
Fuck your blog, fuck your
I don't need you, bigger I got my sights on
Watch my homie's Nikon me into an icon
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