Luyện nghe bài hát Where the Shit Goes Down

Ice-T, nigga, representin', strictly side, nigga
South in the muthafuckin' hiddouse
the technique, nigga
Representin' for my real niggas out
Fuck all you niggas, word

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

Yeah, I know the watch me
But my vest hard with the Versace
So I'm just rollin' in the black hun'
I to low ride, now it's 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, need I say
Got the fat spot under my passenger floor
That's for the strap, the automatic type
I gotta keep it close, in shit gets hype

Got a bitch in jail, she snitch, she did three
I'ma to roll solo till they set her free
'Cause I got some crimeys down, true gees
But they got all day, so now just me

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

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

Now niggas like they credit and they like to get they on
So I hooked up my boy, who turns them phones on
He told me 'bout this who won't pay
He also said he knew exactly where the muthafucka

So I went and got some homies I with
Some crazy muthafuckas who I to bang with
We took a trip to his
I snatched his hoe and his and this is what we did

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

I shot a nigga in his for disrespect, caught a body
Got a murder in for a shoot-out at a party
Got in my trunk from a punk who squealed

Had a tried to play me and his cap, I peeled
Now I with my finger on my heater
Hand on my beeper, a light

I low ride and I sag and
I my face with the rag and bust
New York and are some down-ass towns
But South Central L.A. is my shit goes down

I low and I sag and cuss
I cover my face the rag and bust
Frisco and Oakland are down-ass towns
But South Central L.A. is my shit goes down

I used to sling water, you could float a boat
You ski on the mountains of fuckin' coke
But now, most niggas serve
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 all they dough
Then I jack and I
The jack's for the money, the kill's for

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

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

I low and I sag and cuss
I my face with the rag and bust
Houston and Atlanta are some down-ass
But South Central L.A. is that shit goes down

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

I met him at my spot, 'cause I know cool
Pat him down on sight to remove his
I made him name ten niggas he should
But that still shit in the game of blow

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

And now there's fuckin' shot-up all on the floor
But that's the shovel's for

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

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

I low ride and I sag and
I my face with the rag and bust
D.C. and Cleveland are down-ass towns
But South Central L.A. is the shit goes down

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