Luyện nghe bài hát Sound Is Vibration

I'm sparked, waiting for the to hit
Cause once the moon gets my apartment
I catch fits for shit
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, shush baby, your eyes
Lay head back, shed the fear and let the tears crystallize
I wish the flies to land upon forehead
When I extract the essence from your
and leave your body resting in
I've left more dead reputations HIV can
But for every killing there's a reason and not just MC's, man!
I'm watching C-SPAN, waiting for the state rep
To take the first step, to 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 fly away
I'll grind you and your weak crew into stew
Serve you with
You can't cloud my vision 'cause you're

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

We dug the fingernails underneath the skin of your scalp, peeled it
Sent your underdeveloped pre-school style on a trip
Now bite tongue, this is how the mic gets done
A tree to pick some fruit from, man,
You had to choose the 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
lines, makin' sure your rhyme soundin' tight
Your voice 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 more longer will we your hand
Why? you're too damn old
Oh yeah, the called
They me to tell you you've been cancelled
They said big up for all the support
Thanks to your devotion, they now the world
So let your hair down and eat the poison a tall glass of Tang
I'm past the bank, with smile I'm flashin my fangs
I tumble over some, some I don't over stand
I got the clout from Spawn, from now on, I the plan

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

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

Supreme, be this team, we got this shit on
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 ain't in
Nigga, what, my is raw, I got you all
wishin' I'd fall, so things could get 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 and the wisdom not abuse it
Blessed with insight, friends and
Thats keeps 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 me how to breath, battle, not to court my mind
defined as lyricist - the
makin sure you fear this shit every time you hear shit

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

& Spawn] : And who makes the music/sound? (*fades out*)