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!) {Your silence is my
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 is talkin'
Lay down and get your weak knees walkin'
You ain't allowed to speak 'cause you've reached peak
The elite don't get the weak
Shut up, I'm burnin' 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 went down to the concrete
I'm a hound I get down
And I'm back, the mack a lyrical knack
To pack and never pay tax
And I leave they diss me
Knowin' can never get with me
But he who laughs last the most cash
And lives the blast of rap trash
Gone! ya, son
Gimme a call when done
Your 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}

Run, run, run, time is done, son
Move out for the young 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 runnin' around like ants, tryin' to their pants
That shit don't you dance!
What's this doin'?
Leavin' your posse
my fist in his mouth
Caught him on a shout
No pity on the lyrically
Face defeat, retreat, but don't
'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 I wanna get mo' dough
blown, bad to the bone
And to get it on with a microphone, homes
Leave my alone
I've been to the low
silence 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

on, Punish!
Punish!

Your host on the coast is to boast
And most that choose to get close
Put 'em in a lyrical
My the #1 slot
But I gotta have
When I lyrically the weak that try to compete
Get 'em up, if you go head-up
up? Do as I instruct, black
'Cause my gat is
And at your baseball hat
I rolled over that mess you
And took control, and broke the mold!
Now I stand, boss man
The NorthWest tip is I am
And I'm this work like dope
Shippin' it in planes, 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 MCs'
Run 'em into pecs
Your silence is my trade, up!

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

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

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