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 songs in my attic, save those for after
I eat the game for breakfast, now I'm just snacking
What chick 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 meets Waka Flocka Flame, here to the game
Fuck her so hard 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 clutching a
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 others I could see 'em
I know they thinking, "But D, you're up 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, let me relapse again
Don't get me back in that Benz, don't get me to my sins
Don't get me crashing the party you attaching a lens[?]
If I had one goal, one dream it all ends
It's to die happy and make this real life look like
And it that enemies always make for the best friends
So I'm cool with but I hate everybody, amen
Money to the ceiling the fan can't even spin
They say "D, your peers, what you about them?"
I'm in a league of my own, they better leave me
It's sad it took another man to make y'all get in zone, ay!
my resume, I've been killing shit everyday
Rap, folk, rock, pop, I've been it every way
on tours, man I've been killing in every state
Check the Cleanest Corner, we really it everyday
Really illy, you feel me, I'm busy, don't call me, I'm
I'll hit you tomorrow or I'm having a party
Cause only worse than not living the moment
Is celebrating and you weren't a part of it from the start
Shit, I'm half-hearted, half-tired of and satire
Fuck like Quagmire as I pass by her
Fuck your branding, fuck your standing, fuck your underhanded
I'd rather have some real accomplishments than all nonsense
Hype - I don't it, I don't try it, I don't buy it
I work for mine and on autopilot, man I wait in line
a VIP, I'm not trying to be too good for anybody
I'm regular 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 freedom of speech
Still my own fight, still independent, still trucking
the dealers out to get you, you get pretty good at bluffing
Funny 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 get? No
You get my email? Wrong 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 putting on notice
Support quality or irrelevant
That goes for anybody selling shit, just common sense
Never said I was a and don't wanna be
Some actors do comedy or some only do drama, B
But some do it all Brad Pitt, Will Smith
Johnny Depp, who I be, real shit
say I'm too pretty for rap, too street for rock 'n roll
Too for pop, bitch I'm on a roll out of control
You ain't fucking with the kid, but these fucking with me
Got a taste of victory, now bitch I'm to eat
What you afraid of? What you made of? get your weight up
Put on that make up, girl gon' get made up, we stay up
a kitchen, let's bake up and get our cake up
Then go to sleep and wake up, it's all easy as a
They me foul, I'm out here starving, plowing for a harvest
in the ring, return of the King, shout out to Martin
Ain't to go the hardest, I'm trying to go the smartest
And when you think I'm finished, motherfucker I'm getting started
Name favorite artist, fill in the blank
Say their name out loud, go ahead, wait...
ya pick? I don't give a shit truthfully
Only thing separating me them is opportunity
And I ain't gotta say it, they I'm underrated
I'ma do these songs, and those songs and some of gon' hate it
Just know I write all my shit it's really me
Rap was the first step to killing this industry
I speak the truth in my sleep, go to bed, the mics on
So fucking fresh I could get dressed with the off
the Cleanest Corner, Fashion Week I got my sights on
Watch my homie's Nikon turn me into an
Someone up GQ
This was a preview
Fuck your blog, fuck review
I need you, bigger shit I got my sights on
my homie's Nikon turn me into an icon
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