Luyện nghe bài hát Life Ain't What It Seems

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

When I drink booze put a crown on my
Kottonmouth make a pipe out of foil
Put a to my lip, dip it in honey oil
it to the butt put it out in the soil
Damn Saint Dog, I'm outta weed again, "I ya"
Pockets thin ain't got a dime to spend
Big Hoss up in the pen, and yes doing 10, "Fuck the system!"
I smoke a cigarette and try to
Judicial got me wishing I was president
I got a grudge the judgment that's irrelevant
I write a to attract and show intelligence
Shit, every other I'm getting hella bent
I roll my skate to relate to society
No money in my pockets 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 call me D-Loc

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

When I grow buds I put keefe on my
Put the green in the bing then I make my water
and rice roll nice with the coil
Evian in my bong so my water spoil
Damn Loc-Dog I'm outta drink again, "I ya!"
Buds lookin' slim, I a Heineken, "A Heineken"
My bro's locked down 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 called the
I'm for my krown each and every night
Yo I keep my tolerance stay 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 playing
But I'm Saint Vicious and X is paying

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

Now a read 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, loyal

No for a skate no change for the tax
surfin' with no keefe but forgot the sex wax
Have a purple to help me to relax
And one foot glass the paramax
Now to you is my morning
I wake up hit the roach and then I'm
Outta bed around 3 take 7
DJ Rob Harris kid I'm soarin'
I pertains an ill congested
Makes ladies for my bozak
Addicted like
You that I track '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 inflated, won't trade it so gimme my space
Government so they hate it
Our life, it has jaded and faded
We're getting

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