Luyện nghe bài hát How to Survive in South Central

And now, the wonderous of
Hey, to Los Angeles
You and your family can peace and tranquility
Enjoy the
Hey Bone, hey nigga you at though?

Hello, my name is
And I'll be your tour guide through Central Los Angeles

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

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

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

And get smart
Answer all questions, and that's your first
On stayin'
In South Central, yeah, how you survive

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

Rule number two, trust nobody
Especially a bitch, a hooker's body
'Cause it nuttin' but a trap
And females'll get you and kidnapped

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

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

But if you need affection mate
Make sure the ain't a section eight
'Cause if so that's a hoe
And you won't survive in South

Now you realize it's not all that it's up to be
You realize that fucked up!
It ain't nothin' the shit you saw on TV
Palm trees and blonde
I'd advise to you to pack shit and get the fuck on
Punk

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

Rule number three, don't get up
'Cause niggaz arent doing anything thought up
And they got a
On everything from dope, to stolen

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

To an undercover or the brother
And they'll smother, a out of motherfucker
So don't take your for granted
'Cause the craziest place on the planet

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

So be and stay calm
As you enter, the concrete
You say, the survive
Shit, the strong even die, in South

Yeah you bitches, you I forgot 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 keep your gat at all motherfuckers
Better keep one in the chamber and in the clip goddamnit
sho' get got, just like that, this ain't no joke motherfuckers
Now I send a shout-out to E-Dog, The Engineer
Puttin' his two in
This is Los