Luyện nghe bài hát Life Ain't What It Seems

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

I drink booze put a crown on my royal
Kottonmouth Kings a pipe 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 dime to
Big up in the pen, and yes he's doing 10, "Fuck the system!"
I smoke a and try to comprehend
Judicial system got me I was president
I got a grudge against the 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 money in my pockets cause lied to me, "lied to me too"
No papers to my name, ya see my broke, "bong broke"
I guess that's why call me crazy D-Loc

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

When I grow 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!"
lookin' 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

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

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

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

No for a skate no change for the tax
Went surfin' no keefe but forgot the sex wax
Have a friend to help me to relax
And one glass called the paramax
Now to you is my morning
I up hit the roach and then I'm snoring
bed around 3 take 7 BT's
Like DJ Rob kid I'm soarin'
I pertains an ill vibe
Makes strive for my bozak
Addicted prozac
You that I track 'em like Lojak
I'm slicker and quicker, I'll ya like Kojak
I'm alone up in this rhyme that I've
This rhyme that I've inflated, won't trade it so my space
Government controls so hate it
Our life, it has jaded and faded
getting erased

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