Luyện nghe bài hát Locked In Spofford

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

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

'Cause you get a ox, and don't know how to act
Yeah, now I got props and I'm shit
And when it comes to time, you don't get none of it
So sit back and 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 niggaz wanna put me to the test
So I wild, with a and a Kool-Aid smile

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

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

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

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

And I'm not takin' no while I'm up here
Spit 'em up, gem stars, but ain't no 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, fuck that, I'm out kid
But not too 'cause I gotta finish my bid

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

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

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
corrupt, there's no stoppin' me

Even in jail, I tear up
And when I get out, it's get worse
The devil in the
I'm hammers on a hearse

So while I'm in here, forget my name
Ain't shit changed, I'm still the same
I couldn't bitch up I got here
Cell wreck, I got shit locked

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

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

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

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

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