Luyện nghe bài hát Life Ain't What It Seems

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

When I booze put a crown on my royal
Kottonmouth Kings make a pipe out of
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 again, "I feel ya"
Pockets lookin' thin ain't got a dime to
Big Hoss up in the pen, and yes he's 10, "Fuck the system!"
I smoke a and try to comprehend
Judicial system got me I was president
I got a grudge against the judgment irrelevant
I write a rhyme to and show intelligence
Shit, every other I'm getting hella bent
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 that's why they call me crazy D-Loc

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

When I grow buds I put keefe on my
Put the green in the bing I make my water boil
Alcohol and rice roll with the coil
Evian in my bong so my water spoil
Loc-Dog I'm outta drink again, "I feel ya!"
Buds slim, I need a Heineken, "A Heineken"
My bro's down doin 9 or 10, "Fuck that!"
back, I'm bout 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 dome called the
I'm down for my krown 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 Daddy X is

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

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

No for a skate no change for the tax
Went surfin' with no but forgot the sex wax
Have a purple friend to help me to
And one foot glass called the
Now to you is my morning
I wake up hit the roach and I'm snoring
Outta bed around 3 take 7
DJ Rob Harris kid I'm soarin'
I an ill congested vibe
Makes ladies strive for my
Addicted prozac
You that I track 'em like Lojak
I'm and quicker, I'll stick ya like Kojak
I'm alone up in this rhyme that created
This rhyme that I've inflated, won't trade it so my space
controls so they hate it
Our life, it has been and faded
getting erased

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