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 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 that she may never walk the
Only in with myself I'm suicidal
Do or die, the new American Idol a rifle
Baby Jesus on the dash, preacher man 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 these then 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 trying to win, me it's now or then
whenever I feel, don't let me relapse again
Don't get me back in that Benz, don't get me back to my
Don't get me crashing the unless you attaching a lens[?]
If I had one goal, one dream it all ends
to die happy and make this real life look like pretend
And it that enemies always make for the best friends
So I'm cool with everybody but I hate everybody,
Money to the ceiling till the fan can't spin
They say "D, your peers, what you think them?"
I'm in a league of my own, they better 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, been killing it every way
Tours on tours, man I've been in every state
Check the Corner, we really killing 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 only thing worse than not living the
Is celebrating and realizing you a part of it from the start
Shit, I'm half-hearted, half-tired of and satire
Fuck bitches like 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 like it, I 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 just regular old D, old me
The young man who used to stay in the streets
Writing graffiti, ducking, dodging
Young boy Dave, known as D-WHY SE[?]
This is statue of limitations mixed with of speech
Still fighting my own fight, independent, still trucking
When the dealers out to get you, you get pretty good at
Funny they think I'm something, really I'm nothing
I guess I'm more than them, but then again that mean nothing
Man I shake hands these bloggers, like "Man, D the dopest guy"
Then I send him my new shit, I get? No reply
You ain't get my Wrong address, no postage
Write my raps on notes, the only way I'm getting posted
Young, loved, hated and broke, but I'm not
This is me now putting y'all on notice
Support quality or irrelevant
That goes for anybody selling shit, just common sense
Never I was a rapper and don't wanna be
Some only do comedy or some only 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 for pop, bitch 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
you afraid of? What you made of? Better get your weight up
Put on that up, girl gon' get made up, we should stay up
Life's a kitchen, let's up and get our cake up
Then go to sleep and wake up, it's all as a layup
They treat me foul, I'm out starving, plowing for a harvest
Back in the ring, of the King, shout out to Martin
Ain't trying to go the hardest, I'm to go the smartest
And you think I'm finished, motherfucker I'm just getting started
Name your artist, fill in the blank
Say name out loud, go ahead, I'll wait...
Who'd ya pick? I give a shit truthfully
Only thing separating me 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 gon' it
Just know I write all my shit always it's 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 could get dressed the lights off
Check the Cleanest Corner, Fashion I got my sights on
my homie's Nikon 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 turn me into an icon
D