Luyện nghe bài hát Lockjaw

{Your is my trade}
Lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your is my trade}
Givin' MCs lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your is my trade}
Lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my
I'm givin' MCs lockjaw! (Shut up!) silence is my trade}

we go! Oh no,
Another flow show from the young black
Lockin' up jaws, MCs -
No flaws
Hush, when the is talkin'
Lay down gats and get your knees walkin'
You ain't allowed to speak 'cause reached your peak
The elite don't get with the
Shut up, I'm burnin' this cut up
Boy, try to run up
I chop up crops
A weak hip-hop boy tried to jock my spot and he
He went down to the ground
I'm a when I get down
And I'm back, the with a lyrical knack
To pack sacks and pay tax
And when I they diss me
Knowin' they can get with me
But he who last gets the most cash
And lives the blast past of rap
Gone! ya, son
Gimme a call when you're
silence is my trade, shut up!
{Your silence is my

2x:
Lockjaw! (Shut up!) silence is my trade}
Givin' MCs lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your is my trade}

Run, run, run, time is done, son
Move out for the well-hung one
And I'm rackin' up stacks of -
presidents, black!
Peace to my and I love ya
And I got yo'
'Cause I'm to please
And off the hot MCs
they're runnin' around like ants, tryin' to grab their pants
That don't make you dance!
What's this beat
your posse ruined
Stuck my fist in his
Caught him on a shout
No pity on the weak
defeat, retreat, but don't speak
'Cause I through, fool
And you ain't to the Mix rules!
You try to flow so you go for what you
But yo, bro, you ain't the pro
(Ohh!) I can't go
Gotta grow I wanna get mo' dough
blown, bad to the bone
And to get it on with a microphone, homes
my throne alone
I've to the low zone
Your silence is my trade, up!
{Your silence is my

2x:
Lockjaw! (Shut up!) silence is my trade}
Givin' MCs lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my

on, Punish!
Punish!

Your host on the is known to boast
And most that choose to get close
Put 'em in a lyrical
My the #1 slot
But I gotta beats
When I lyrically the weak that try to compete
Get 'em up, if you go head-up
What up? Do as I instruct,
'Cause my gat is
And lookin' at your hat
I rolled that mess you stole
And took control, and broke the mold!
Now I stand, boss man
The tip is where I am
And I'm runnin' this work dope
it in planes, trains and boats
Up the I go
Steppin' on toes and low bolos
My group is large, and
No for a bodyguard
We flex, rippin' off necks
Run 'em into pecs
Your is my trade, shut up!

2x:
Lockjaw! {Your silence is my
Givin' MCs lockjaw! {Your silence is my

on, Punish!
'em!
Punish!
'em!

Lockjaw!
MCs lockjaw!
Lockjaw!
MCs lockjaw!
Lockjaw!