Luyện nghe bài hát Lockjaw

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

we go! Oh no,
Another flow show from the young black
Lockin' up jaws, MCs -
No flaws
Hush, when the boss is
Lay down gats and get weak knees walkin'
You ain't allowed to 'cause 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
'Cause I up crops
A weak hip-hop boy tried to my spot and he flopped
He down to the concrete ground
I'm a hound when I get
And I'm back, the with 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 gets the most cash
And the blast past of rap trash
Gone! ya, son
Gimme a when you're done
Your is my trade, shut up!
silence is my trade}

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

Run, run, run, your is done, son
out for the well-hung young one
And I'm rackin' up stacks of -
presidents, black!
Peace to my and I love ya
And I got yo'
'Cause I'm back to
And off the hot MCs
'Cause they're runnin' around like ants, tryin' to grab pants
That shit make you dance!
What's this beat
Leavin' your ruined
Stuck my fist in his
him on a whole shout
No pity on the lyrically
defeat, retreat, but don't speak
'Cause I ain't through,
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
Gotta grow 'cause I wanna get mo'
blown, bad to the bone
And to get it on with a microphone, homes
Leave my throne
I've to the low zone
Your is my trade, shut up!
{Your is my trade}

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

on, Punish!
Punish!

Your host on the coast is to boast
And roast most that to get close
Put 'em in a knot
My spot: the #1
But I gotta have
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 at your baseball hat
I rolled that mess you stole
And took control, and then the mold!
Now here I stand, man
The tip is where I am
And I'm runnin' work like dope
Shippin' it in planes, trains and
Up the I go
Steppin' on toes and low bolos
My is large, and hard
No for a bodyguard
We flex, rippin' off necks
Run 'em Critical's pecs
Your is my trade, shut up!

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

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

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