Luyện nghe bài hát Locked In Spofford

They got me locked in Spofford, the li'l criminal
Two approach to put blades to my throat
like my coat and ask me what I'm gonna do for that
Give it up? Huh, you believe that

So I threw on my hood, pulled out the
Swung it at the kids, put me in danger
They put them blades and said
"Why it gotta be that?"

'Cause you get a little ox, and don't how to act
Yeah, now I got props and I'm runnin'
And when it comes to phone time, you don't get of it
So sit and just chill

Before you a li'l nigga have to get ill
got a month left, so I gotta be on my best
But yet and still herb niggaz put me to the test
So I wild, with a blade and a Kool-Aid

Let the juvenile catch for a sec
Damn, I wish I put my hands on a nice ass tec
And blow a nigga to
But if you don't, got a knuckle game, that's a shame

Nigga for, they got you washin' drawers
But I refuse, 'cause I got to lose
Props I earn, plus I gotta pay my dues
So in the meantime, I got a ox in my
They got me in Spofford

down, they got me locked down
Damn, got me locked down
down, they got me locked down
Damn, got me locked down

To Spofford, and JV's worse Rikers
Adolescents ball hardcore
the criminal minded juveniles
The li'l niggaz step out of the piles

And I'm not takin' no shorts while I'm up
Spit 'em up, gem stars, but no scars here
Protective got mines
No type of help, I'm in here for

And so I got up on a one to two
On the bus, beef with mad crews
Run my shoes, fuck that, I'm out kid
But not too buckwild 'cause I finish my bid

Four times, for my up from the bridge
Here, it a lot of heart to live
Behind bars, child
Trapped in the buckwild [unverified] section

They got me smokin' the sticks
Niggaz got me fightin' for my life 'cause shit is
kill a man got locked down
You a buck sixty, you betta betta back down

On the streets a but in here
up to no damn good, nigga I wish you would
Try to mines and try to shank mines
Shorty corrupt, no stoppin' me

in jail, I tear shit up
And when I get out, gonna get worse
The devil in the
I'm puttin' on a hearse

So while I'm in here, forget my name
shit changed, I'm still the motherfuckin' same
I bitch up when I got here
Cell wreck, I got locked here

One more month I'm goin'
To the big pen and still win
'Cause jail is my and I like it here
no rules, you can do what you like in here

Jailhouse blues, I the ghetto
C.O.'s they're five-oh's with no heat
So am I to do when they step?
Put 'em in check and throw hands a redneck

And now I got a crew to watch my back
Lunchtime comes huh, you ain't none of that
'Cause I got shit sewn up tight
Not one bit of fright I'm locked in Spofford

Locked down, they got me locked
Damn, got me locked down
Locked down, they got me down
Damn, they got me down

Locked down, they got me down
Damn, they got me locked
Locked down, they got me locked
Damn, they got me down