Luyện nghe bài hát Sound Is Vibration

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

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

We dug the fingernails underneath the skin of scalp, then peeled it
Sent your pre-school style on a field trip
Now bite your tongue, this is how the mic gets
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 when it's live and the vibes feelin right
Catchin' the motion given by when you hit 'em on time
with lines, sure your rhyme soundin' tight
Your voice should travel without the babble of the emcee
so listen please use discretion when you
sound is vibration, I choose to use it with a
and then comes the and precision...

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

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

Come now, whofi gwan test the giants, we apply 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 shit on lock
we hid the key under an upscale rock
So you could knock all you want to but you gettin' in
You could try to crash the door but you ain't in
Nigga, what, my is raw, I got you all
wishin' I'd fall, so could get better for y'all
but I'm tall, and got game, remain the for the duration
Area code 6-1-2, my location...

Atmosphere...embellished with and the wisdom not abuse it
Blessed with insight, and influences
Thats what keeps us dope, what 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 my mind
defined as lyricist - the
makin you fear this shit every time you hear this shit

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

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