Luyện nghe bài hát Life Ain't What It Seems

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

When I drink put a crown on my royal
Kottonmouth Kings make a out of foil
Put a grip to my lip, dip it in oil
Smoke it to the put it out in the soil
Damn Saint Dog, I'm weed again, "I feel ya"
Pockets lookin' thin got a dime to spend
Big up in the pen, and yes he's doing 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 to attract and show intelligence
Shit, every other I'm getting hella bent
I roll my to relate to this society
No money in my pockets 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

Life what it seems
It no fucking dream
So get a upon 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 roll nice with the coil
in my bong so my water don't spoil
Damn Loc-Dog I'm outta drink again, "I ya!"
lookin' slim, I need a Heineken, "A Heineken"
My bro's locked doin 9 or 10, "Fuck that!"
Step back, I'm bout to crack, can you

Placentia got me witty on this way of life
I blast a duck, what the fuck, skin it with my
There's a zone in my dome the twilight
I'm for my krown each and every night
Yo I keep my tolerance stay my flow
Make ya say bro I got to go to a show
Life what 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 fucking
So get a grip upon yo shit and sure yo pipes clean

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

No money for a skate no for the tax
Went surfin' with no keefe but the sex wax
Have a purple friend to me to relax
And one foot called the paramax
Now to you is my morning
I wake up hit the and then I'm snoring
Outta bed around 3 take 7
DJ Rob Harris kid I'm soarin'
I an ill congested vibe
Makes strive for my bozak
like prozac
You know that I 'em like Lojak
I'm slicker and quicker, I'll ya like Kojak
I'm alone up in this rhyme I've created
rhyme that I've inflated, won't trade it so gimme my space
Government so they hate it
Our life, it has been and faded
We're erased

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