Luyện nghe bài hát Life Ain't What It Seems

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

When I drink put a crown on my royal
Kottonmouth Kings make a pipe out of
Put a to my lip, dip it in honey oil
Smoke it to the put it out in the soil
Damn Dog, I'm outta weed again, "I feel ya"
lookin' thin ain't got a dime to spend
Big Hoss up in the pen, and yes doing 10, "Fuck the system!"
I a cigarette and try to comprehend
Judicial system got me I was president
I got a against the judgment that's irrelevant
I write a rhyme to attract and show
Shit, every other night I'm getting hella
I roll my skate to relate to 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 why they call me crazy D-Loc

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

When I buds I put keefe on my soil
Put the green in the bing then I make my boil
Alcohol and roll nice with the coil
Evian in my bong so my don't spoil
Loc-Dog I'm outta drink again, "I feel ya!"
Buds slim, I need a Heineken, "A Heineken"
My bro's locked down 9 or 10, "Fuck that!"
back, I'm bout to crack, can you comprehend?

Placentia City got me on this way of life
I blast a duck, the fuck, skin it with 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 stay my flow
Make ya say bro I got to go to a show
Life ain't what it seems, it ain't a and I ain't playing
But I'm Saint Vicious and X is paying

Life what it seems
It no fucking dream
So get a grip upon yo and make sure yo pipes clean

Now a read a mag put a grand on my royal
Government yo they make my water boil
R.I.P. to my 6 feet in the soil
Riverside represent, stay loyal

No for a skate no change for the tax
Went surfin' with no keefe but the sex wax
Have a purple friend to help me to
And one foot glass the paramax
Now afternoon to you is my
I wake up hit the roach and I'm snoring
Outta bed 3 take 7 BT's
Like DJ Rob kid I'm soarin'
I pertains an ill vibe
Makes ladies for my bozak
like prozac
You know I track 'em like Lojak
I'm and quicker, I'll stick ya like Kojak
I'm alone up in rhyme that I've created
This rhyme that I've inflated, won't trade it so my space
Government controls so they it
Our life, it has jaded and faded
We're erased

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