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 Globe nominated actor, this is just a chapter
Singing folk in my attic, save those for after
I eat the for breakfast, right now I'm just snacking
What chick should I fuck Tell me your favorite actress name
It'll be the walk of shame meets the Hollywood Walk of
I'm James meets Waka Flocka Flame, here to unlock the game
Fuck her so hard that she may 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 pray for success, I just pray I never stay idle
If I to be these other rappers I'd probably be 'em
If I wanted to see these then I could see 'em
I know thinking, "But D, you're up like Europeans"
don't 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 relapse
Don't get me back in that Benz, don't get me back to my
get me crashing the party unless you attaching a lens[?]
If I had one goal, one dream it all ends
It's to die happy and this real life look like pretend
And it that enemies always make for the best friends
So I'm cool everybody but I hate everybody, amen
Money to the ceiling till the fan even spin
They say "D, peers, what you think about them?"
I'm in a league of my own, they 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 killing it every way
Tours on tours, man I've been killing in every
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 or when I'm having a party
Cause only thing worse than not 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
Fuck bitches like Quagmire as I by her
Fuck 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 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 old D, regular old me
The same young man who used to stay in the
Writing graffiti, ducking, police
Young boy Dave, also known as 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
they think I'm something, really I'm still nothing
I guess I'm more than them, but then again that don't nothing
Man I hands with these bloggers, like "Man, D the dopest guy"
Then I send him my new shit, what'd I No reply
You ain't get my email? Wrong address, no
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 for anybody selling shit, it's just common sense
Never said I was a rapper and don't be
Some only do comedy or some only do drama, B
But some do it all Brad Pitt, Will Smith
Johnny Depp, who I wanna be, real
They say I'm too pretty for rap, too street for 'n roll
Too country for pop, bitch I'm on a roll out of
You ain't fucking the kid, but these kids fucking with me
Got a of victory, now bitch I'm hungry to eat
What you 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 here starving, plowing for a
Back in the ring, return of the King, shout out to
Ain't 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 give a shit truthfully
Only thing separating me from them is
And I ain't gotta say it, they I'm underrated
I'ma do these songs, and those songs and some of y'all hate it
Just know I write all my always it's really me
Rap was just the first step to this industry
I the truth 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 Week I got my on
Watch my homie's Nikon turn me an icon
Someone up GQ
was just a preview
Fuck your blog, fuck your
I don't need you, bigger shit I got my on
my homie's Nikon turn me into an icon
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