Luyện nghe bài hát Lockjaw

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

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

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

Run, run, run, your is done, son
Move out for the well-hung one
And I'm rackin' up 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 in his mouth
Caught him on a whole
No pity on the lyrically
Face defeat, retreat, but 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 the flow pro
(Ohh!) I go slow
Gotta grow 'cause I get mo' dough
blown, bad to the bone
And known to get it on with a microphone,
Leave my throne
I've been to the low
silence is my trade, shut up!
{Your silence is my

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

on, Punish!
Punish!

Your on the coast is known to boast
And roast that choose to get close
Put 'em in a lyrical
My spot: the #1
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,
'Cause my gat is
And lookin' at baseball hat
I over that mess you stole
And control, and then broke the mold!
Now I stand, boss 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 throwin' low
My group is large, and
No for a bodyguard
We flex, rippin' off MCs'
Run 'em into pecs
silence is my trade, shut up!

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

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

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