Luyện nghe bài hát Lockjaw

{Your is my trade}
Lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my
MCs lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence 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 show from the young black
up jaws, MCs pause -
No flaws
Hush, when the is talkin'
Lay down gats and get weak knees walkin'
You ain't allowed to speak you've reached your peak
The elite get with the weak
Shut up, I'm burnin' this cut up
Boy, try to run up
I chop up crops
A weak hip-hop boy tried to my spot and he flopped
He went down to the concrete
I'm a when I get down
And I'm back, the mack with a lyrical
To sacks and never pay tax
And I leave they diss me
Knowin' they can never get me
But he who laughs last the most cash
And the blast past of rap trash
Gone! ya, son
Gimme a call when you're
Your is my trade, shut up!
{Your is my trade}

2x:
Lockjaw! (Shut up!) silence is my trade}
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 rackin' up stacks of -
presidents, black!
Peace to my and I love ya
And I got yo'
I'm back to please
And off the hot MCs
'Cause they're runnin' like ants, tryin' to grab their pants
That don't make you dance!
What's this beat
Leavin' posse ruined
Stuck my in his mouth
him on a whole shout
No pity on the lyrically
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 what you
But yo, bro, you ain't the pro
(Ohh!) I go slow
Gotta grow I wanna get mo' dough
blown, bad to the bone
And to get it on with a microphone, homes
Leave my throne
I've been to the low
Your 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}

on, Punish!
Punish!

Your on the coast is known to boast
And roast most that to get close
Put 'em in a lyrical
My the #1 slot
But I gotta have
When I de-feat the weak that try to compete
Get 'em up, if you go head-up
up? Do as I instruct, black
'Cause my gat is
And lookin' at your hat
I rolled over that you stole
And took control, and broke the mold!
Now I stand, boss man
The NorthWest tip is I am
And I'm this work like dope
Shippin' it in planes, and boats
Up the I go
Steppin' on toes and low bolos
My is large, and hard
No need for a
We flex, off MCs' necks
Run 'em into Critical's
Your silence is my trade, up!

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

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

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