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 booze put a on my royal
Kings make a pipe out of foil
Put a grip to my lip, dip it in oil
Smoke it to the put it out in the soil
Saint Dog, I'm outta weed again, "I feel ya"
Pockets lookin' thin ain't got a 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 grudge against the judgment irrelevant
I write a to attract and show intelligence
Shit, other night I'm getting hella bent
I my skate to relate to this society
No money in my pockets cause they to me, "lied to me too"
No to my name, ya see my bong broke, "bong broke"
I guess that's why they me crazy D-Loc

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

When I grow buds I put on my soil
Put the green in the bing then I my water boil
Alcohol and rice roll with the coil
Evian in my bong so my water spoil
Damn Loc-Dog I'm outta drink again, "I ya!"
lookin' slim, I need a Heineken, "A Heineken"
My bro's locked doin 9 or 10, "Fuck that!"
back, I'm bout to crack, can you comprehend?

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

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

Now a read a mag put a grand on my royal
Government lies yo make 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
surfin' with no keefe but forgot the sex wax
Have a purple friend to me to relax
And one foot called the paramax
Now to you is my morning
I up hit the roach and then I'm snoring
Outta bed around 3 take 7
DJ Rob Harris kid I'm soarin'
I pertains an ill congested
Makes strive for my bozak
like prozac
You know that I 'em like Lojak
I'm slicker and quicker, I'll 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 so they hate it
Our life, it has been and faded
We're erased

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