Luyện nghe bài hát Sound Is Vibration

I'm sparked, waiting for the to hit
Cause once the moon gets above my
I catch fits for starting
I'm smart it, I give it that special touch when I push it
Cause I'm also a label rep, and I allow no bullshit
So shush kid, baby, shut your eyes
Lay your head back, shed the fear and let the tears
I the flies to land upon your forehead
When I extract the from your head
and leave body resting in Moorehead
I've left more reputations than HIV can
But for every killing there's a reason and it's not MC's, man!
I'm C-SPAN, waiting for the first state rep
To take the first step, to have me killed off to this world perfect
Well get shit right, right here, right now, right away.
motherfucker, if I need to I could fly away
I'll grind you and weak crew into beef stew
you with seafood
You can't my vision 'cause you're see-through

You need to the size of the Atmos
You ain't as tall as this madness past what you practice
Obviously you fuck with my tactics, you bastards
Thats why you breath bitch - no need to ask

We dug the fingernails underneath the skin of scalp, then peeled it
Sent underdeveloped pre-school style on a field trip
Now bite your tongue, this is how the mic done
A whole tree to pick fruit from, man,
You had to choose the one

That said it all, it from inside, and how you ride
the sound wire when it's live and the feelin right
Catchin' the given by rhythms when you hit 'em on time
with lines, makin' sure rhyme soundin' tight
Your voice should travel without the babble of the emcee
so listen use discretion when you breathe
sound is vibration, I choose to use it with a
and comes the style and precision...

No more longer we hold your hand
Cause you're too damn old
Oh yeah, the called
They told me to tell you you've been
They also big up for all the support
to your devotion, they now control the world
So let your hair down and eat the poison with a tall of Tang
I'm rising past the bank, smile I'm flashin my fangs
I tumble over some, 'cause some I don't over
I got the clout Spawn, from now on, I know the plan

It's the noise it makes, that generates the passion I
It's the void it breaks, that stimulates mics get grabbed
It takes - escapes from these vocal chords I have
music makers from the Rhymesayers lab

Come now, whofi gwan test the giants, when we this
Vice grips to eyelids to make you read the fine print
The tyrants that you crisis, left you silenced
Don't breathe a sigh of 'till you hear the rescue sirens

Supreme, be this team, we got this shit on
Obviously we hid the key under an rock
So you could knock all you want to but you ain't in
You could try to crash the door but you ain't in
Nigga, what, my is raw, I got you all
I'd fall, so things could get better for y'all
but I'm tall, and got game, remain the for the duration
code 6-1-2, my present location...

Atmosphere...embellished with talent and the not abuse it
Blessed with insight, and influences
Thats what us dope, what makes us dope is the surroundings
Inspiration stems from love and compounding
Stamina: that is over the course of time
in fact, time taught me how to breath, battle, not to my mind
defined as - the Atmosphericist
makin sure you fear shit every time you hear this shit

[Spawn] is vibration
[Slug] This is taken
Sound is vibration
[Slug] And the ground is
Vibration is sound
[Slug] Yo, we found your
Vibration is sound
[Slug] Now who the sound?

[Slug & Spawn] : And who makes the (*fades out*)