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 weak knees
You ain't to speak 'cause you've reached your peak
The elite get with the weak
up, 'cause 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 to the concrete ground
I'm a when I get down
And I'm back, the with a lyrical knack
To sacks and never pay tax
And I leave they diss me
Knowin' can never get with me
But he who last gets the most cash
And lives the blast of rap trash
Gone! ya, son
Gimme a when you're done
Your silence is my trade, up!
{Your silence is my

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

Run, run, run, your is done, son
Move out for the well-hung 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 around like ants, tryin' to grab their pants
That shit make you dance!
this beat doin'?
Leavin' your ruined
Stuck my fist in his
Caught him on a shout
No on the lyrically weak
Face defeat, retreat, but don't
I ain't through, fool
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 can't go
Gotta grow 'cause I get mo' dough
Full blown, bad to the
And known to get it on a microphone, homes
Leave my throne
I've been to the low
Your is my trade, shut up!
silence is my trade}

2x:
Lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my
Givin' MCs lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your 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 knot
My spot: the #1
But I gotta have
When I lyrically de-feat the 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 baseball hat
I over that mess you stole
And took control, and then the mold!
Now here I stand, man
The NorthWest tip is 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 group is large, and
No need for a
We flex, rippin' off necks
Run 'em into Critical's
Your silence is my trade, 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!