Luyện nghe bài hát Life Ain't What It Seems

Life what it seems
It aint no 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 make a pipe out of foil
Put a grip to my lip, dip it in oil
it to the butt put it out in the soil
Damn Saint Dog, I'm outta again, "I feel ya"
Pockets thin ain't got a dime to spend
Big Hoss up in the pen, and yes he's 10, "Fuck the system!"
I smoke a cigarette and try to
Judicial got me wishing I was president
I got a against the judgment that's irrelevant
I write a rhyme to attract and intelligence
Shit, every other night I'm hella bent
I roll my skate to relate to this
No money in my pockets cause 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 dream
So get a grip upon yo shit and make yo pipes clean

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

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

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

Now when a 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 represent, stay loyal

No for a skate no change for the tax
Went surfin' with no keefe but the sex wax
Have a purple friend to 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
Outta bed 3 take 7 BT's
Like DJ Rob Harris kid I'm
I pertains an ill congested
Makes ladies strive for my
Addicted like
You know that I 'em like Lojak
I'm slicker and quicker, I'll stick ya like
I'm alone up in this rhyme that created
rhyme that I've inflated, won't trade it so gimme my space
Government controls so hate it
Our life, it has been jaded and
We're getting

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