Luyện nghe bài hát Locked In Spofford

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

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

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

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

Let the juvenile wreck for a sec
Damn, I wish I 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

Nigga for, they got you washin' drawers
But I refuse, 'cause I got nuttin' to
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, 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 than Rikers
that 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 ain't no here
custody's got mines
No of help, I'm in here for self

And so I got up on a one to two
On the bus, catchin' beef with mad
Run my shoes, fuck that, I'm 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 heart to
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 kill a man got down
You want a buck sixty, you betta back down

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

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

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

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

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

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

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