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
the refinement
Hey Bone, hey where you at though?

Hello, my name is
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 in a handbook
Take a look, at a rap crook

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

Now if white you can trust the police
But if you're they ain't nothin' but beasts
Watch out for the
Don't make a false move and your hands on the steering wheel

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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