Luyện nghe bài hát Locked In Spofford

They got me locked in Spofford, the juvenile 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 don't believe

So I on my hood, pulled out the banger
Swung it at the kids, that put me in
They put away 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 back and chill

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

Let the juvenile wreck for a sec
Damn, I I could put my hands on a nice ass tec
And blow a to Babylon
But if you don't, got a knuckle game, a damn shame

[unverified] for, they got you washin' drawers
But I refuse, I got nuttin' to lose
Props I gotta earn, I gotta pay my dues
So in the meantime, I got a ox in my
got me locked in Spofford

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

To Spofford, and JV's worse than
Adolescents ball hardcore
With the minded juveniles
The real li'l niggaz out of the piles

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

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

Four times, for my peoples up from the
Here, it takes a lot of to live
bars, child correction
Trapped in the [unverified] east section

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

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

Even in jail, I tear up
And when I get out, gonna get worse
The in the flesh
I'm puttin' hammers on a

So while I'm in here, don't forget my
Ain't shit changed, I'm still the motherfuckin'
I bitch up when I got here
Cell wreck, I got locked here

One month I'm goin' Uptown
To the big pen and still win
jail is my life and I like it here
Ain't no rules, you can do what you like in

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

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

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

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