Luyện nghe bài hát Lockjaw

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

we go! Oh no,
Another flow from the young black dynamo
up jaws, MCs pause -
No flaws
Hush, when the boss is
Lay down gats and get your weak knees
You ain't allowed to speak 'cause you've reached peak
The elite don't get the weak
up, 'cause I'm burnin' this cut up
Boy, try to run up
I chop up crops
A weak boy tried to jock my spot and he flopped
He went to the concrete ground
I'm a hound I get down
And I'm back, the mack a lyrical knack
To sacks and never pay tax
And I leave they diss me
they can never get with me
But he who laughs last the most cash
And the blast past of rap trash
Gone! ya, son
Gimme a call when done
Your is my trade, shut up!
{Your is my trade}

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

Run, run, run, your is done, son
out for the well-hung young one
And I'm rackin' up of greenbacks -
presidents, black!
Peace to my fans and I ya
And I got yo'
I'm back to please
And off the hot MCs
'Cause they're runnin' around like ants, tryin' to their pants
shit don't make you dance!
What's beat doin'?
your posse ruined
Stuck my fist in his
Caught him on a shout
No pity on the weak
Face defeat, retreat, but don't
'Cause I ain't through,
And you true to the Mix rules!
You try to flow so you go for you know
But yo, bro, you ain't the pro
(Ohh!) I go slow
Gotta grow 'cause I get mo' dough
Full blown, bad to the
And known to get it on a microphone, homes
Leave my throne
I've been to the low
Your silence is my trade, up!
{Your silence is my

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

on, Punish!
Punish!

Your on the coast is known to boast
And roast most choose to get close
Put 'em in a lyrical
My spot: the #1
But I gotta have
When I lyrically de-feat the weak try to compete
Get 'em up, if you wanna go
What up? Do as I instruct,
'Cause my gat is
And at your baseball hat
I rolled over that you stole
And took control, and then the mold!
Now here I stand, man
The tip is where I am
And I'm runnin' this like dope
Shippin' it in planes, trains and
Up the I go
Steppin' on toes and low bolos
My is large, and hard
No need for a
We flex, rippin' off necks
Run 'em into Critical's
Your silence is my trade, up!

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

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

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