Luyện nghe bài hát Sound Is Vibration

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

You need to recognize the of the Atmos
You ain't as tall as this madness past what you practice
Obviously you can't fuck my tactics, you bastards
Thats why you fast bitch - 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, 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 comes inside, and how you ride
the sound wire when it's live and the feelin right
Catchin' the motion given by when you hit 'em on time
with lines, makin' sure your rhyme tight
Your voice should travel the babble of the average emcee
so listen please use discretion when you
sound is vibration, I choose to use it a vision
and then the style and precision...

No more will we hold your hand
Why? you're too damn old
Oh yeah, the called
They told me to tell you you've been
also said big up for all the support
Thanks to your devotion, now control the world
So let your hair and eat the poison with a tall glass of Tang
I'm rising past the bank, with smile I'm flashin my
I tumble over some, 'cause some I don't stand
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 when mics get grabbed
It shape - escapes from these vocal chords I have
Atmosphere: music makers the Rhymesayers lab

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

Supreme, be team, we got this 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 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, the same for the duration
Area 6-1-2, my present location...

Atmosphere...embellished with talent and the not abuse it
with insight, friends and influences
Thats what keeps us dope, what us dope is the surroundings
Inspiration stems from and stress compounding
Stamina: that is achieved 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 you hear this shit

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

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