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 gonna do for
Give it up? Huh, you believe that

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 gotta be that?"

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

Before you make a nigga have to get ill
got a month left, so I gotta be on my best
But yet and still herb niggaz put me to the test
So I wild, a blade 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 knuckle game, that's a damn

Nigga for, they got you washin' drawers
But I refuse, 'cause I got nuttin' to
I gotta earn, plus I gotta pay my dues
So in the meantime, I got a ox in my
They got me in Spofford

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

To Spofford, and JV's than Rikers
Adolescents that hardcore
the criminal minded juveniles
The real li'l niggaz out of the piles

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

And so I got up on a one to two
On the bus, catchin' beef 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 a lot of heart to live
Behind bars, correction
Trapped in the buckwild east section

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

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

Even in jail, I shit up
And when I get out, it's gonna get
The in the flesh
I'm puttin' on a hearse

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

One more month I'm 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 think five-oh's with no heat
So am I to do when they step?
Put 'em in check and throw hands a redneck

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

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