Luyện nghe bài hát Life Ain't What It Seems

Life what it seems
It no fucking dream
So get a grip up on your and make sure your pipe's clean

When I drink put a crown on my royal
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 again, "I feel ya"
Pockets lookin' ain't got a dime to spend
Big up in the pen, and yes he's doing 10, "Fuck the system!"
I a cigarette and try to comprehend
Judicial system got me wishing I was
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 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 guess that's why they call me crazy

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

When I buds I put keefe on my soil
Put the green in the then I make my water boil
Alcohol and rice roll nice with the
in my bong so my water don't spoil
Damn Loc-Dog I'm outta drink again, "I ya!"
Buds lookin' slim, I a Heineken, "A Heineken"
My bro's down doin 9 or 10, "Fuck that!"
Step back, I'm to crack, can you comprehend?

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

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

Now when a read a mag put a 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' with no 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 wake up hit the and then I'm snoring
Outta bed 3 take 7 BT's
DJ Rob Harris kid I'm soarin'
I pertains an ill vibe
Makes ladies for my bozak
like prozac
You know that I track 'em like
I'm slicker and quicker, I'll stick ya Kojak
I'm alone up in this that I've created
This rhyme I've inflated, won't trade it so gimme my space
controls so they hate it
Our life, it has jaded and faded
We're erased

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