Luyện nghe bài hát Where the Shit Goes Down

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

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

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

I had cars, but now I got one
Hard to keep up ballin' when 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 stash spot my passenger floor
That's for the other strap, the automatic
I gotta keep it close, in case shit hype

Got a bitch in jail, she snitch, she did three
I'ma have to roll till they set her free
'Cause I got some other 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 even try
I'm in the game, so don't ask me why
life in L.A.

I low ride and I sag and
I cover my face the rag and bust
Long Beach and Compton are some towns
But South Central L.A. is where the shit 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 who won't pay
He also said he knew exactly where the muthafucka

So I went and got some homies I with
crazy muthafuckas who I used to bang with
We a trip to his crib
I snatched his hoe and his kids and is what we did

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tonight, I gotta meet nigga from around the way
Some say he's cool, I think 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 sight to remove his
I him name ten niggas he should know
But that ain't shit in the game of blow

He to see the dope, I asked to see the cash
He reached for that 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 that's the shovel's for

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

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

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

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