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 nominated actor, is just a chapter
Singing songs in my attic, save those 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 Walk of Fame
I'm James Dean meets Waka Flocka Flame, to unlock the game
her so hard that she may never walk the same
Only in competition with I'm suicidal
Do or die, the new Idol 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 others then I could see 'em
I they thinking, "But D, you're up like Europeans"
They don't be letting rappers up in the we in
Man I'm just trying to win, tell me 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
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 make this real look like pretend
And it means that enemies always make for the best
So I'm cool everybody but I hate everybody, amen
to the ceiling till the fan can't even 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 shit
Rap, folk, rock, pop, I've been killing it way
on tours, man I've been killing 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
hit you tomorrow or when I'm having a party
Cause only thing than not living the moment
Is celebrating and realizing you weren't a of it from the start
Shit, I'm half-hearted, of rapping and satire
Fuck bitches like as I pass by her
Fuck your branding, 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 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 same young man who used to in the streets
Writing graffiti, ducking, police
Young boy Dave, also known as D-WHY
This is statue of limitations mixed with freedom of
Still fighting my own fight, still independent, still
When the dealers out to get you, you get pretty good at
Funny they think I'm something, really I'm still
I guess I'm more than them, but again that don't mean nothing
Man I shake hands with these bloggers, like "Man, D the guy"
Then I send him my new shit, I get? No reply
You get my email? Wrong address, no postage
Write my raps on sticky notes, the only way I'm getting
Young, loved, and broke, but I'm not hopeless
This is me right now putting y'all on
Support quality or become
That goes for anybody selling shit, it's 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 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 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 taste of victory, now I'm hungry to eat
What you of? What you made of? Better get your weight up
Put on that make up, girl get made up, we should stay up
Life's a kitchen, let's bake up and get our up
Then go to sleep and up, it's all easy as a layup
They treat me foul, I'm out starving, plowing for a harvest
Back in the ring, return of the King, shout out to
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 name out loud, go ahead, wait...
Who'd ya pick? I don't give a truthfully
Only thing separating me from 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
know I write all my shit always it's really me
Rap was just the first to killing this industry
I speak the in my sleep, go to bed, leave the mics on
So fucking I could get dressed with the lights 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 blog, fuck your review
I don't need you, bigger I got my sights on
Watch my Nikon turn me into an icon
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