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 shit and make your pipe's clean

When I drink booze put a on my royal
Kottonmouth Kings make a out of foil
Put a to my lip, dip it in honey oil
Smoke it to the butt put it out in the
Damn Saint Dog, I'm weed again, "I feel ya"
Pockets lookin' thin ain't got a dime to
Big Hoss up in the pen, and yes he's 10, "Fuck the system!"
I smoke a cigarette and try to
Judicial system got me I was president
I got a grudge against the that's irrelevant
I write a rhyme to attract and intelligence
Shit, every night I'm getting hella bent
I my skate to relate to this society
No in my pockets cause they 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 ain't what it
It ain't no fucking
So get a grip upon yo shit and make sure yo clean

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

Placentia City got me on this way of life
I blast a duck, what the fuck, it with my knife
There's a zone in my dome called the
I'm down for my each and every night
Yo I my tolerance stay inside my flow
Make ya say 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

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

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

No money for a no change 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 roach and then I'm
Outta bed 3 take 7 BT's
Like DJ Rob kid I'm soarin'
I pertains an ill congested
Makes ladies for my bozak
Addicted like
You know that I track 'em Lojak
I'm slicker and quicker, I'll stick ya like
I'm alone up in rhyme that I've created
This rhyme that I've inflated, won't trade it so my space
Government controls so hate it
Our life, it has jaded and faded
getting erased

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