Luyện nghe bài hát Life Ain't What It Seems

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

When I drink booze put a crown on my
Kottonmouth Kings make a out of foil
Put a grip to my lip, dip it in oil
it to the butt put it out in the soil
Damn Saint Dog, I'm outta weed again, "I ya"
Pockets lookin' thin ain't got a to spend
Big up in the pen, and yes he's doing 10, "Fuck the system!"
I smoke a and try to comprehend
Judicial got me wishing I was president
I got a grudge the judgment that's irrelevant
I write a rhyme to and show intelligence
Shit, every other I'm getting hella bent
I roll my skate to relate to society
No in my pockets cause they lied to me, "lied to me too"
No to my name, ya see my bong broke, "bong broke"
I that's why they call me crazy D-Loc

Life ain't what it
It ain't no fucking
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 then I make my water boil
Alcohol and rice roll nice the coil
Evian in my bong so my don't spoil
Damn Loc-Dog I'm outta drink again, "I ya!"
Buds slim, I need a Heineken, "A Heineken"
My bro's locked doin 9 or 10, "Fuck that!"
Step back, I'm bout to crack, can you

City got me witty on this way of life
I a duck, what 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 inside my flow
ya say damn 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 Daddy X is

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

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

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 foot called the paramax
Now afternoon to you is my
I wake up hit the roach and I'm snoring
Outta bed around 3 take 7
Like DJ Rob kid I'm soarin'
I pertains an ill congested
Makes strive for my bozak
like prozac
You know that I track 'em like
I'm slicker and quicker, stick ya like Kojak
I'm alone up in this that I've created
This that I've inflated, won't trade it so gimme my space
Government controls so they it
Our life, it has been jaded and
getting erased

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