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 givin' MCs lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your is my trade}

we go! Oh no,
Another flow show from the young dynamo
Lockin' up jaws, MCs -
No lyrical
Hush, when the boss is
Lay down gats and get your weak walkin'
You ain't allowed to speak 'cause you've reached peak
The elite don't get the weak
Shut up, 'cause I'm this cut up
Boy, try to run up
I chop up crops
A weak hip-hop boy to jock my spot and he flopped
He went down to the concrete
I'm a hound when I get
And I'm back, the mack a lyrical knack
To sacks and never pay tax
And I leave they diss me
Knowin' they can get with me
But he who laughs last the most cash
And lives the blast of rap trash
Gone! ya, son
Gimme a when you're done
Your 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}

Run, run, run, time is done, son
Move out for the young one
And I'm rackin' up of greenbacks -
presidents, black!
Peace to my fans and I ya
And I got yo'
'Cause I'm to please
And off the hot MCs
'Cause they're runnin' around like ants, tryin' to grab pants
That shit make you dance!
What's beat doin'?
Leavin' your ruined
Stuck my in his mouth
Caught him on a shout
No on the lyrically weak
Face defeat, retreat, but speak
'Cause I ain't through,
And you true 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
grow 'cause I wanna get mo' dough
Full blown, bad to the
And known to get it on a microphone, homes
Leave my alone
I've to the low zone
silence is my trade, shut up!
{Your is my trade}

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

on, Punish!
Punish!

Your host on the coast is known to
And most that choose to get close
Put 'em in a lyrical
My spot: the #1
But I gotta have
When I lyrically de-feat the 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 that mess you stole
And control, and then broke the mold!
Now here I stand, man
The NorthWest tip is I am
And I'm runnin' this 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, off MCs' necks
Run 'em Critical's pecs
Your silence is my trade, up!

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

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

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