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 nominated actor, this is just a chapter
Singing songs in my attic, save those for after
I eat the for breakfast, right now I'm just snacking
What chick should I fuck next? Tell me your favorite actress
be the walk of shame meets the Hollywood Walk of Fame
I'm James Dean meets Waka Flocka Flame, to unlock the game
Fuck her so hard she may never walk the same
Only in with myself I'm suicidal
Do or die, the new American Idol holding a
Jesus on the dash, preacher man clutching 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 others then I 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 trying to win, tell me it's now or then
It's whenever I feel, don't let me 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 before it all ends
It's to die happy and make this life look like pretend
And it means that enemies make for the best friends
So I'm cool with everybody but I hate everybody,
Money to the ceiling till the fan can't even
say "D, your peers, what you think about them?"
I'm in a of my own, they better leave me alone
It's sad it took another man to y'all get in y'all zone, ay!
Check my resume, been killing shit everyday
Rap, folk, rock, pop, I've been killing it 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
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 part of it from the
Shit, I'm half-hearted, half-tired of rapping and
Fuck bitches Quagmire as I pass by her
your branding, fuck your standing, fuck your underhanded compliments
I'd rather have some real than all that nonsense
Hype - I don't like it, I try it, I don't buy it
I work for mine and stay on autopilot, man I wait in
Fuck a VIP, I'm not to be too good for anybody
I'm just old D, regular old me
The same young man who used to in the streets
graffiti, ducking, dodging police
Young boy Dave, also as D-WHY SE[?]
This is statue of mixed with freedom of speech
Still fighting my own fight, independent, still trucking
When the dealers out to get you, you get good at bluffing
Funny they think I'm something, really I'm still
I guess I'm more than them, but then again that don't nothing
Man I shake hands with these bloggers, "Man, D the dopest guy"
I send him my new shit, what'd I get? No reply
You ain't get my email? address, no postage
my raps on sticky notes, the only way I'm getting posted
Young, loved, hated and broke, but I'm not
This is me right now putting on notice
quality or become irrelevant
That goes for anybody selling shit, it's just sense
said I was a rapper and don't wanna be
Some actors only do 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 pretty for rap, too street for 'n roll
Too country for pop, bitch I'm on a roll out of
You ain't fucking with the kid, but these kids fucking me
Got a taste of victory, now I'm hungry to eat
What you afraid of? you made of? Better get your weight up
Put on that make up, 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, all easy as a layup
treat 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 when you think I'm finished, I'm just getting started
Name your favorite artist, fill in the
Say name out loud, go ahead, I'll wait...
Who'd ya pick? I don't give a shit
Only thing me from them is opportunity
And I ain't gotta say it, they I'm underrated
I'ma do these songs, and those songs and of y'all gon' hate it
Just know I write all my shit always it's me
Rap was the first step to killing this industry
I speak the in my sleep, go to bed, leave the mics on
So fresh I could get dressed with the lights off
Check the Cleanest Corner, Fashion I got my sights on
Watch my homie's turn me into an icon
call up GQ
This was a preview
Fuck your blog, your review
I don't need you, shit I got my sights on
Watch my homie's Nikon me into an icon
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