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 drink put a crown on my royal
Kottonmouth make a pipe out of foil
Put a to my lip, dip it in honey oil
Smoke it to the put it out in the soil
Saint Dog, I'm outta weed 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 a cigarette and try to comprehend
Judicial got me wishing I was president
I got a grudge against the judgment irrelevant
I write a rhyme to attract and intelligence
Shit, every other I'm getting hella bent
I roll my skate to relate to society
No money in my pockets cause 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

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

I grow buds I put keefe on my soil
Put the green in the bing then I my water boil
Alcohol and rice nice with the coil
Evian in my bong so my water spoil
Damn Loc-Dog I'm outta drink again, "I ya!"
Buds lookin' slim, I a Heineken, "A Heineken"
My bro's locked doin 9 or 10, "Fuck that!"
Step back, I'm bout to crack, can you

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

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

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

No money for a no change for the tax
Went surfin' no keefe but forgot the sex wax
a purple friend to help me to relax
And one foot called the paramax
Now afternoon to you is my
I wake up hit the roach and I'm snoring
Outta bed around 3 7 BT's
DJ Rob Harris kid I'm soarin'
I an ill congested vibe
Makes ladies for my bozak
Addicted like
You know that I 'em like Lojak
I'm and quicker, I'll stick ya like Kojak
I'm alone up in this rhyme that I've
This rhyme that I've inflated, trade it so gimme my space
Government controls so hate it
Our life, it has jaded and faded
getting erased

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