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
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 be like that?"

'Cause you get a little ox, and know how to act
Yeah, now I got props and I'm shit
And when it comes to phone time, you get none of it
So sit back and chill

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

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

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

To Spofford, and JV's than Rikers
Adolescents ball hardcore
With the criminal juveniles
The real niggaz step out of the piles

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

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 buckwild 'cause I gotta my bid

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

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

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

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

So I'm in here, don't 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 Uptown
To the big pen and I'ma win
'Cause jail is my and I like it here
no rules, you can do what you like in here

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

And now I got a little crew to my back
Lunchtime comes huh, you ain't gettin' of that
'Cause I got sewn up real tight
Not one bit of fright I'm locked in Spofford

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

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