Luyện nghe bài hát Life Ain't What It Seems

Life what it seems
It aint no fucking
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
Damn Saint Dog, I'm outta weed again, "I 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 system got me wishing I was
I got a grudge against the judgment that's
I write a rhyme to and show intelligence
Shit, other night I'm getting hella bent
I roll my skate to to this society
No money in my pockets they lied to me, "lied to me too"
No papers to my name, ya see my broke, "bong broke"
I guess that's why they me crazy D-Loc

Life what it seems
It no fucking dream
So get a grip upon yo shit and sure yo pipes clean

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

Placentia City got me witty on way of life
I blast a duck, the fuck, skin 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 Vicious and X is paying

Life ain't what it
It ain't no dream
So get a grip upon yo 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 feet in the
Riverside represent, stay loyal

No money for a skate no for the tax
Went surfin' with no but forgot the sex wax
Have a purple friend to me to relax
And one foot glass the paramax
Now afternoon to you is my
I up hit the roach and then I'm snoring
Outta bed around 3 7 BT's
DJ Rob Harris kid I'm soarin'
I pertains an ill congested
Makes ladies for my bozak
like prozac
You know I track 'em like Lojak
I'm slicker and quicker, I'll ya like Kojak
I'm alone up in this that I've created
This that I've inflated, won't trade it so gimme my space
Government controls so hate it
Our life, it has been jaded and
We're getting

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