Luyện nghe bài hát Sound Is Vibration

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

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

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

That said it all, it comes inside, and how you ride
the sound when it's live and the vibes feelin right
Catchin' the given by rhythms when you hit 'em on time
with lines, makin' sure your soundin' tight
Your voice should travel without the of the average 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 more longer will we hold hand
Why? you're too damn old
Oh yeah, the called
They told me to tell you been cancelled
They also 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 the bank, with smile I'm flashin my fangs
I tumble some, 'cause some I don't over stand
I got the clout Spawn, from now on, I know 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 vocal I have
Atmosphere: music from the Rhymesayers lab

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

Supreme, be this team, we got this shit on
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 gettin' 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 same for the
code 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, makes us dope is the surroundings
Inspiration stems love and stress compounding
that is achieved over the course of time
in fact, taught me how to breath, battle, not to court my mind
defined as - the Atmosphericist
makin sure you fear this shit every time you this shit

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

[Slug & : And who makes the music/sound? (*fades out*)