Luyện nghe bài hát Life Ain't What It Seems

Life ain't 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 Kings a pipe out of foil
Put a to my lip, dip it in honey oil
Smoke it to the butt put it out in the
Saint Dog, I'm outta weed again, "I feel ya"
Pockets lookin' thin ain't got a to spend
Big up in the pen, and yes he's doing 10, "Fuck the system!"
I smoke a cigarette and try to
Judicial got me wishing I was president
I got a grudge against the judgment that's
I write a rhyme to attract and show
Shit, every other I'm getting hella bent
I my skate to relate to this society
No money in my cause they lied to me, "lied to me too"
No to my name, ya see my bong broke, "bong broke"
I guess why they call me crazy D-Loc

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

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

City got me witty on this way of life
I blast a duck, what the fuck, it with my knife
a zone in my dome called the twilight
I'm down for my krown each and night
Yo I keep my tolerance stay inside my
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 and Daddy X is paying

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

Now when a a mag put a grand on my royal
lies yo they make my water boil
R.I.P. to my peeps 6 in the soil
hometown represent, stay loyal

No money for a no change for the tax
Went surfin' with no keefe but the sex wax
Have a purple friend to help me to
And one foot glass the paramax
Now afternoon to you is my
I wake up hit the and then I'm snoring
bed around 3 take 7 BT's
Like DJ Rob Harris kid I'm
I pertains an ill congested
Makes strive for my bozak
Addicted like
You know that I 'em like Lojak
I'm slicker and quicker, stick ya like Kojak
I'm alone up in rhyme that I've created
rhyme that I've inflated, won't trade it so gimme my space
Government controls so they it
Our life, it has jaded and faded
We're erased

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