Luyện nghe bài hát Locked Down

[Intro -
one, two, three
and YB
[Verse 1 - Ya
Lock down, time to make my proud
California on twenty hour watch now
It's finna take baby, hot style
Yeah the county Konvict got the rock now
I hear the rumors that I just popped now
Like never heard a hood nigga with a hot style
I got the to birds, and the block now
Old bitches want to at me because I'm hot now
I got a new sitting in my drop now
Song on the radio, album to drop now
Music lives in California, proof
Ya Boy, the Roc, Konvict, it do?
I had what these other niggas getting to
Take your girl home, and make her earn all Jimmy Choos
I hope you heat, it's hot in the kitchen boo
Do you have Am I getting through?
[Chorus -
Hey, I know you heard we got the now
Konvict niggas around the clock now
Getting money and we forced to put the Glock
Glock down, down
And we expanded all the now
And I can get to this lifestyle
No more spending all my cash trying to fight
It's on lock
Because victory is all mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine,
Because victory is all mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine,
[Verse 2 - Ya
Another watch, another chain, another charm
Time to wake these niggas up like clocks
I see them hating so we got to keep the cocked
I'm the reason CA on storm
It's to get ugly, no Whoopi Gold
Superstar, still in the kitchen O's
Toss it to my youngins, me when you get it gone
a rap nigga, we about to get it on
I'm speaking for California from the top
Holler at Ya Boy, I got it down
I to tell them this forever like a diamond
I'm so hot, shorty I can change the

[Verse 3 -
And as the days pass by a G7
And all my on the corner of 7-Eleven
Pour another on the ground and we'll start
For all the homies laying down, resting up in
And I hope you watching
And proud of how we just locked it
No letting stop the cash or get caught up
In the streets, that's how we up
4 - Ya Boy]
I'm from the city where the shoot up and spark
Load the ammo, time to shoot up the charts
Game cold baby, you might need a
Rockstar, but I'm riding Noah's ark
shades, Dolce and Gabbana cloth
Your girl know I stay fly like Santa
On the road with a trunk full of Roth
We gone pop Rosay when the off
I swear to God I went and got the Bay cracking
But I do it without L.A. backing dog
Niggas say they get me, I laugh it off
Because know I keep shooters like basketball
Lock it down, make Kon away the key
Real nigga, record deal changing me
It took a while, but we got from A to Z
I put in work, nigga you got to say to me?