Luyện nghe bài hát Life Ain't What It Seems

Life ain't it seems
It aint no fucking
So get a grip up on your and make sure your pipe's clean

When I drink put a crown on my royal
Kings make a pipe out of foil
Put a grip to my lip, dip it in oil
Smoke it to the butt put it out in the
Damn Saint Dog, I'm outta again, "I feel ya"
Pockets lookin' ain't got a dime to spend
Big up in the pen, and yes he's doing 10, "Fuck the system!"
I smoke a cigarette and try to
Judicial got me wishing 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 to relate to this society
No money in my pockets they lied to me, "lied to me too"
No to my name, ya see my bong broke, "bong broke"
I guess that's why they call me crazy

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

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

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

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

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

No for a skate no change for the tax
Went with no keefe but forgot the sex wax
Have a purple friend to help me to
And one glass called the paramax
Now afternoon to you is my
I wake up hit the roach and I'm snoring
bed around 3 take 7 BT's
Like DJ Rob Harris kid I'm
I pertains an ill congested
Makes ladies for my bozak
like prozac
You know that I 'em like Lojak
I'm slicker and quicker, I'll stick ya like
I'm up in this rhyme that I've created
This rhyme that I've inflated, trade it so gimme my space
controls so they hate it
Our life, it has been and faded
getting erased

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