Luyện nghe bài hát Life Ain't What It Seems

Life what it seems
It aint no dream
So get a grip up on your shit and make sure your pipe's

I drink booze put a crown on my royal
Kottonmouth Kings a pipe out of foil
Put a to my lip, dip it in honey oil
Smoke it to the butt put it out in the
Damn Saint Dog, I'm weed again, "I feel ya"
Pockets thin ain't got a dime to spend
Big up in the pen, and yes he's doing 10, "Fuck the system!"
I a cigarette and try to comprehend
system got me wishing I was president
I got a grudge the judgment that's irrelevant
I write a rhyme to attract and intelligence
Shit, every other night I'm getting bent
I roll my skate to to this society
No in my pockets cause they lied to me, "lied to me too"
No papers to my name, ya see my broke, "bong broke"
I guess that's why they me crazy D-Loc

Life ain't what it
It ain't no fucking
So get a grip upon yo shit and make sure yo clean

I grow buds I put keefe on my soil
Put the green in the bing then I make my water
Alcohol and rice roll nice with the
Evian in my bong so my water spoil
Damn Loc-Dog I'm drink again, "I feel ya!"
Buds lookin' slim, I a Heineken, "A Heineken"
My bro's locked doin 9 or 10, "Fuck that!"
Step back, I'm bout to crack, can you

Placentia got me witty on this way of life
I blast a duck, what the fuck, skin it my knife
There's a zone in my dome the twilight
I'm down for my each and every night
Yo I keep my tolerance inside my flow
ya say damn bro I got to go to a show
Life ain't what it seems, it ain't a dream and I ain't
But I'm Saint Vicious and X is paying

Life what it seems
It ain't no fucking
So get a grip upon yo shit and make sure yo clean

Now when a read a mag put a grand on my
Government lies yo they make my boil
R.I.P. to my peeps 6 in the soil
Riverside hometown represent, loyal

No money for a skate no for the tax
Went surfin' no keefe but forgot the sex wax
a purple friend to help me to relax
And one foot called the paramax
Now afternoon to you is my
I wake up hit the roach and I'm snoring
Outta bed around 3 7 BT's
DJ Rob Harris kid I'm soarin'
I pertains an ill vibe
ladies strive for my bozak
Addicted prozac
You know that I track 'em Lojak
I'm slicker and quicker, I'll stick ya Kojak
I'm alone up in this rhyme that I've
This rhyme that I've inflated, won't trade it so my space
controls so they hate it
Our life, it has been jaded and
We're getting

Life what it seems
It ain't no fucking
So get a grip upon yo and make sure yo pipes clean.