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 make your pipe's clean

I drink booze 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 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 Hoss up in the pen, and yes he's 10, "Fuck the system!"
I smoke a cigarette and try to
Judicial system got me wishing I was
I got a grudge against the judgment that's
I write a rhyme to attract and intelligence
Shit, other night I'm getting hella bent
I roll my skate to relate to this
No money in my pockets cause they to me, "lied to me too"
No to my name, ya see my bong broke, "bong broke"
I guess that's why they me crazy D-Loc

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

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

Placentia City got me on this way of life
I blast a duck, the fuck, skin 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 stay inside my flow
ya say damn bro I got to go to a show
Life ain't what it seems, it ain't a and I ain't playing
But I'm Vicious and Daddy X is paying

ain't what it seems
It no fucking dream
So get a grip upon yo shit and 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 6 feet in the soil
Riverside hometown represent, stay

No for a skate no change for the tax
Went with no keefe but forgot the sex wax
Have a friend to help me to relax
And one foot glass the paramax
Now to you is my morning
I wake up hit the roach and I'm snoring
Outta bed around 3 7 BT's
Like DJ Rob Harris kid I'm
I pertains an ill congested
Makes ladies for my bozak
Addicted prozac
You know that I track 'em Lojak
I'm and quicker, I'll stick ya like Kojak
I'm alone up in this rhyme that created
This rhyme that I've inflated, won't trade it so my space
controls so they hate it
Our life, it has jaded and faded
getting erased

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