Luyện nghe bài hát Life Ain't What It Seems

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

When I drink booze put a crown on my
Kottonmouth Kings make a pipe out of
Put a to my lip, dip it in honey oil
Smoke it to the butt put it out in the
Damn Saint Dog, I'm 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 wishing I was
I got a grudge against the that's irrelevant
I write a rhyme to attract and intelligence
Shit, every other night I'm hella bent
I roll my skate to to this society
No in my pockets cause 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 ain't what it
It no fucking dream
So get a grip upon yo shit and sure yo pipes clean

When I grow I put keefe on my soil
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 don't
Damn Loc-Dog I'm drink again, "I feel ya!"
Buds slim, I need a Heineken, "A Heineken"
My locked down doin 9 or 10, "Fuck that!"
back, I'm bout to crack, can you comprehend?

Placentia City got me witty on 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 down for my 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 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 ain't no fucking
So get a grip upon yo shit and make sure yo pipes

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

No money for a no change for the tax
Went surfin' with no but forgot the sex wax
a purple friend to help me to relax
And one glass called the paramax
Now afternoon to you is my
I up hit the roach and then I'm snoring
bed around 3 take 7 BT's
Like DJ Rob Harris kid I'm
I pertains an ill vibe
Makes ladies strive for my
Addicted like
You know that I track 'em Lojak
I'm slicker and quicker, I'll ya like Kojak
I'm alone up in this rhyme that created
This rhyme that I've inflated, trade it so gimme my space
Government so they hate it
Our life, it has been jaded and
We're getting

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