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
Kings make 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
Damn Dog, I'm outta weed again, "I feel ya"
Pockets thin ain't got a dime to spend
Big up in the pen, and yes he's doing 10, "Fuck the system!"
I smoke a and try to comprehend
system got me wishing I was president
I got a grudge the judgment that's irrelevant
I write a rhyme to attract and intelligence
Shit, every other night I'm getting hella
I roll my skate to relate to society
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 guess that's why they call me crazy

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

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

Placentia got me witty on this way of life
I blast a duck, what the fuck, it with my knife
There's a zone in my dome the twilight
I'm down for my krown and every night
Yo I keep my tolerance inside my flow
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 Vicious and Daddy X is

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

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

No for a skate no change for the tax
Went surfin' with no but forgot the sex wax
a purple friend to help me to relax
And one foot glass called the
Now to you is my morning
I wake up hit the roach and then I'm
Outta bed 3 take 7 BT's
DJ Rob Harris kid I'm soarin'
I an ill congested vibe
Makes strive for my bozak
like prozac
You that I track 'em like Lojak
I'm and quicker, I'll stick ya like Kojak
I'm alone up in this rhyme that created
This rhyme that inflated, won't trade it so gimme my space
controls so they hate it
Our life, it has jaded and faded
We're getting

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