Luyện nghe bài hát How to Survive in South Central

And now, the wonderous of
Hey, come to Los
You and your can have peace and tranquility
the refinement
Hey Bone, hey nigga you at though?

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

How to survive in Central
A where bustin' a cap is fundamental
No, you can't the shit in a handbook
Take a close look, at a rap

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

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

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

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

Rule two, don't trust nobody
Especially a bitch, a hooker's body
'Cause it ain't nuttin' but a
And females'll get you jacked and

You'll up dead
Just to be safe wear no blue or red
most niggaz get got
In L.A., Compton or Watts

black human beings
So I think you better skip the
And if nuttin' but a mark
Make that you're in before dark

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

Now you realize it's not all it's cracked up to be
You realize that fucked up!
It ain't nothin' like the 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 say whassup to DJ Chilly Chill
Sir Jinx, aiyyo Cube motherfuckers, don't know what time it is
So show these motherfuckers happenin'
Tell these motherfuckers, don't fuck around in South
Goddamnit!

Rule number three, get caught up
'Cause arent doing anything that's thought up
And they got a
On everything dope, to stolen merchandise

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

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

In L.A. heroes don't fly through the sky of
They live bars
So everybody's a little dirt
And it's the youngsters in the most work

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 I forgot about your ass
You tramp-ass You better watch out
And for you so called niggaz
You know what it is, South Central ain't no joke
Got to keep gat at all times motherfuckers
Better keep one in the chamber and nine in the goddamnit
You'll sho' get got, just like that, ain't no joke motherfuckers
Now I wanna a shout-out to E-Dog, The Engineer
Puttin' his two in
This is Los