Luyện nghe bài hát Where the Shit Goes Down

Ice-T, nigga, representin', strictly West side,
Central in the muthafuckin' hiddouse
Check the technique,
Representin' for my real out there
all you buster-ass niggas, word

Saturday night in L.A., time to
My peoples hummin' a vibrator, gotta make crime pay
I'm packin' two gats and I wish I carry more
Might sound crazy, but I ran out of before

Yeah, I the feds watch me
But my clashes hard with the Versace
So I'm rollin' in the black five hun'
I used to low ride, now just for fun

I had cars, but now I got one
to keep up ballin' when you're on the run
I got two kis in my trunk and a
on the one, so now I gots double

The shovel's for drama, I say more?
Got the fat stash under my passenger floor
That's for the strap, the automatic type
I gotta it close, in case shit gets hype

Got a in jail, she didn't snitch, she did three
I'ma to roll solo till they set her free
'Cause I got some other crimeys down, gees
But they got all day, so now just me

And I'ma kick slang until the day I die
I can't go straight, I even try
I'm stuck in the game, so ask me why
life in L.A.

I low ride and I sag and
I cover my face with the rag and
Long Beach and Compton are down-ass towns
But South Central L.A. is the shit goes down

Now niggas like they credit and like to get they loans on
So I hooked up with my boy, who turns phones on
He told me 'bout this nigga who pay
He also said he knew exactly where the muthafucka

So I went and got homies I hang with
Some muthafuckas who I used to bang with
We took a to his crib
I his hoe and his kids and this is what we did

I tied they ass up
I cracked the safe with an axe and the phones we cut
I didn't hurt his
But I promised next time, I would take her life

I shot a in his neck for disrespect, caught a body
Got a murder in Miami for a at a party
Got blood in my trunk from a who squealed

Had a partner to play me and his cap, I peeled
Now I rest with my on my heater
on my beeper, a light sleeper

I low and I sag and cuss
I cover my face with the rag and
New York and Philly are some towns
But South L.A. is where my shit goes down

I low ride and I sag and
I cover my face the rag and bust
Frisco and Oakland are some towns
But South Central L.A. is where my shit goes

I used to enough water, you could float a boat
You could ski on the of fuckin' coke
But now, most serve chronic
So I let 'em check the bank and I'm all up on it

I serve 'em with a hoe
In a week, they tell my bitches 'bout all dough
I jack and I kill
The for the money, the kill's for thrills

I got nine thousand that still serve crack
Got a bitch who works the Plaza too, on the
Got a GTA and I fence for jewels
Got some little kids that move my fuckin' in schools

Got warrants for in about twenty states
Got a bigger body count than Norman Bates
I'm a killer, jacker, dealer, pimp
I'm livin' out the dream

I low ride and I sag and
I cover my face the rag and bust
and Atlanta are some down-ass towns
But Central L.A. is where that shit goes down

Tonight, I gotta meet this from around the way
say he's cool, I think he's DEA
He said he it bad, he heard that I got it good
I up ten kis of flour and met him in the hood

I met him at my spot, 'cause I it's cool
Pat him down on to remove his tool
I made him name ten niggas he should
But that still ain't shit in the game of

He to see the dope, I asked to see the cash
He reached for briefcase too fast
A fuckin' pig, yo, he he had the chump
I had my in the closet with a bull pump

And now fuckin' shot-up body all on the floor
But what the shovel's for

I low ride and I sag and
I cover my face the rag and bust
Newark and Miami are down-ass towns
But South Central L.A. is where my shit down

I low ride and I sag and
I cover my face with the rag and
Detroit and Chicago are some towns
But South Central L.A. is that shit goes down

I low ride and I sag and
I cover my with the rag and bust
D.C. and Cleveland are some towns
But Central L.A. is where the shit goes down

I low and I sag and cuss
I cover my with the rag and bust
I know all my niggas live in towns
But South L.A. is where my shit goes down