Luyện nghe bài hát Lockjaw

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

we go! Oh no,
Another flow show the young black dynamo
Lockin' up jaws, MCs -
No lyrical
Hush, the boss is talkin'
Lay down gats and get your knees walkin'
You allowed to speak 'cause you've reached your peak
The elite don't get with the
Shut up, 'cause I'm this cut up
Boy, try to run up
'Cause I up crops
A weak hip-hop boy to jock my spot and he flopped
He went to the concrete ground
I'm a when I get down
And I'm back, the mack with a lyrical
To pack and never pay tax
And when I leave diss me
Knowin' they can 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!
silence is my trade}

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

Run, run, run, time is done, son
out for the well-hung young one
And I'm rackin' up of greenbacks -
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 shit don't you dance!
What's beat doin'?
your posse ruined
Stuck my fist in his
Caught him on a whole
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 you know
But yo, bro, you the flow pro
(Ohh!) I go slow
grow 'cause I wanna get mo' dough
Full blown, bad to the
And known to get it on a microphone, homes
my throne alone
I've to the low zone
Your is my trade, shut up!
{Your silence is my

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

on, Punish!
Punish!

Your on the coast is known to boast
And most that choose to get close
Put 'em in a lyrical
My the #1 slot
But I have beats
When I lyrically de-feat the that try to compete
Get 'em up, if you go head-up
What up? Do as I instruct,
my gat is jack-backed
And at your baseball hat
I rolled over that mess you
And took control, and broke the mold!
Now I stand, boss man
The tip is where I am
And I'm this work like dope
it in planes, trains and boats
Up the I go
Steppin' on and throwin' low bolos
My is large, and hard
No need for a
We flex, rippin' off MCs'
Run 'em Critical's pecs
Your is my trade, shut up!

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

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

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