Luyện nghe bài hát Sound Is Vibration

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

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

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

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

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

It's the it makes, that generates the passion I have
It's the void it breaks, that stimulates when get grabbed
It takes shape - escapes from these chords I have
Atmosphere: makers from the Rhymesayers lab

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

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

Atmosphere...embellished with and the wisdom not abuse it
Blessed with insight, friends and
what keeps us dope, what makes us dope is the surroundings
Inspiration stems from love and stress
that is achieved over the course of time
in fact, time taught me how to breath, battle, not to court my
defined as lyricist - the
makin sure you fear this shit time you hear this shit

[Spawn] Sound is
[Slug] This is taken
[Spawn] is vibration
[Slug] And the is shakin'
Vibration is sound
[Slug] Yo, we your replacement
Vibration is sound
[Slug] Now who makes the

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