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 with it, I give it that special touch when I it
Cause I'm also a rep, and I can't allow no bullshit
So shush kid, shush baby, your eyes
Lay your head back, the fear and let the tears crystallize
I wish the to land upon your forehead
When I extract the essence your head
and leave your body in Moorehead
I've left more dead reputations HIV can
But for killing there's 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 fly away
grind you and your weak crew into beef stew
Serve you seafood
You can't cloud my vision you're see-through

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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