Luyện nghe bài hát Locked In Spofford

They got me locked in Spofford, the juvenile criminal
Two kids approach to put to my throat
They like my coat and ask me what I'm do for that
Give it up? Huh, you don't that

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

'Cause you get a little ox, and know how to act
Yeah, now I got and I'm runnin' shit
And it comes to phone time, you don't get none of it
So sit and just chill

Before you make a nigga 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, a blade and a Kool-Aid smile

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

[unverified] 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
got me 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

To Spofford, and JV's worse Rikers
Adolescents that hardcore
With the criminal juveniles
The real li'l niggaz step out of the

And I'm not takin' no shorts I'm up here
Spit 'em up, gem stars, but no scars here
custody's 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 I gotta finish my bid

Four times, for my up from the bridge
Here, it takes a lot of to live
bars, child correction
Trapped in the buckwild east section

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

On the streets a hood but in
You're up to no good, nigga I wish you would
Try to take mines and try to mines
corrupt, there's no stoppin' me

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

So I'm in here, don't forget my name
Ain't changed, I'm still the motherfuckin' same
I couldn't up when I got here
Cell wreck, I got locked here

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

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

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

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

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