Luyện nghe bài hát Lockjaw

{Your silence is my
Lockjaw! (Shut up!) silence is my trade}
Givin' MCs lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my
Lockjaw! (Shut up!) silence is my trade}
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 you've reached your peak
The don't get with the weak
Shut up, 'cause I'm this cut up
Boy, try to run up
I chop up crops
A hip-hop 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 with a lyrical
To pack and never pay tax
And when I leave diss me
Knowin' can never get with me
But he who laughs gets the most cash
And lives the blast past of rap
Gone! ya, son
Gimme a call when you're
Your silence is my trade, up!
{Your is my trade}

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

Run, run, run, your is done, son
Move out for the young one
And I'm up stacks of greenbacks -
presidents, black!
Peace to my fans and I ya
And I got yo'
'Cause I'm back to
And off the hot MCs
they're runnin' around like ants, tryin' to grab their pants
That shit don't you dance!
What's this beat
Leavin' posse ruined
Stuck my fist in his
Caught him on a whole
No on the lyrically weak
defeat, retreat, but don't speak
'Cause I ain't through,
And you true to the Mix rules!
You try to so you go for what you know
But yo, bro, you ain't the pro
(Ohh!) I go slow
Gotta grow 'cause I wanna get mo'
Full blown, bad to the
And known to get it on a microphone, homes
Leave my alone
I've been to the low
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}

on, Punish!
Punish!

Your host on the is known to boast
And roast most that choose to get
Put 'em in a knot
My spot: the #1
But I have beats
When I de-feat the weak that try to compete
Get 'em up, if you wanna go
up? Do as I instruct, black
'Cause my gat is
And at your baseball hat
I rolled over mess you stole
And took control, and then the mold!
Now here I stand, man
The NorthWest tip is I am
And I'm runnin' this like 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 MCs'
Run 'em Critical's pecs
Your is my trade, shut up!

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

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

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