Luyện nghe bài hát Lockjaw

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

we go! Oh no,
Another flow show the young black dynamo
up jaws, MCs pause -
No flaws
Hush, when the boss is
Lay down gats and get weak knees walkin'
You ain't allowed to speak 'cause you've your peak
The don't 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 jock my and he flopped
He went down to the concrete
I'm a when I get down
And I'm back, the mack with a knack
To pack sacks and pay tax
And when I leave diss me
Knowin' they can get with me
But he who laughs last gets the most
And the blast 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!) silence is my trade}
MCs lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade}

Run, run, run, time is done, son
Move out for the well-hung one
And I'm rackin' up stacks of -
presidents, black!
Peace to my fans and I ya
And I got yo'
I'm back to please
And off the hot MCs
'Cause they're runnin' around ants, tryin' to grab their pants
That shit make you dance!
What's beat doin'?
your posse 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 get mo' dough
blown, bad to the bone
And known to get it on with a microphone,
Leave my alone
I've to the low zone
silence is my trade, shut up!
{Your silence is my

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

on, Punish!
Punish!

Your host on the is known to boast
And roast most choose to get close
Put 'em in a lyrical
My the #1 slot
But I have beats
When I lyrically de-feat the weak that try to
Get 'em up, if you wanna go
What up? Do as I instruct,
my gat is jack-backed
And at your baseball 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 runnin' 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 for a bodyguard
We flex, rippin' off MCs'
Run 'em into Critical's
Your silence is my trade, up!

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

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

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