Luyện nghe bài hát How to Survive in South Central

And now, the world of
Hey, to Los Angeles
You and your family can have and tranquility
the refinement
Hey Bone, hey nigga where you at

Hello, my is Elaine
And I'll be your tour guide through South Los Angeles

How to survive in South
A place where bustin' a cap is
No, you can't find the shit in a
a close look, at a rap crook

Rule one, get yourself a gun
A nine in your ass'll be
Keep it in your compartment
jackers they love to start shit

Now if you're you can trust the police
But if you're black they nothin' but beasts
out for the kill
Don't make a false move and keep your hands on the steering

And don't get
all questions, and that's your first lesson
On stayin'
In South Central, yeah, that's how you

Hi this is again
Are you enjoying your stay in South Los Angeles
Or is taking your things? Have you witnessed a drive-by?
Okay, make sure you have your Camcorder
To the extracurricular activities on blacks by the police
So you and your family can enjoy tape, over and over again

Rule two, don't trust nobody
Especially a bitch, with a hooker's
it ain't nuttin' but a trap
And get you jacked and kidnapped

wind up dead
Just to be safe don't no blue or red
'Cause most get got
In L.A., Compton or Watts

Pissed-off human beings
So I think you skip the sight-seeing
And if nuttin' but a mark
sure that you're in before dark

But if you need some affection
Make the bitch ain't a section eight
if so that's a monkey-wrench hoe
And you won't in South Central

Now you realize it's not all it's cracked up to be
You that it's fucked up!
It nothin' like the shit you saw on TV
Palm trees and bitches?
I'd advise to you to your shit and get the fuck on
motherfucker

And you need your ass smoked
Yo I wanna say to DJ Chilly Chill
Sir Jinx, aiyyo Cube motherfuckers, don't know what time it is
So show these what's happenin'
Tell these motherfuckers, don't fuck around in South
Goddamnit!

Rule three, don't get caught up
'Cause niggaz doing anything that's thought up
And got a vice
On from dope, to stolen merchandise

We
'Cause Central L.A., is one big germ
Waitin' for a brother like you to catch a
And slangin' keys

To an undercover or the wrong
And they'll smother, a out of town
So don't take your life for
it's the craziest place on the planet

In L.A. heroes don't fly the sky of stars
They live behind
So everybody's doin' a dirt
And it's the youngsters puttin in the most

So be alert and calm
As you enter, the concrete
You say, the strong
Shit, the strong die, in South Central

Yeah you bitches, you think I about your ass
You tramp-ass hoes? You watch out
And for you so called baller-ass
You know what time it is, South Central no joke
Got to your gat at all times motherfuckers
Better keep one in the and nine in the clip goddamnit
You'll sho' get got, just like that, ain't no joke motherfuckers
Now I wanna send a to E-Dog, The Engineer
Puttin' his two in
is Los Angeles