Luyện nghe bài hát Track 2 from Outerspace

(man talking)
1979, all the fathers of noble prize winners were rounded up by united nations military units,
and they were actually forced at gun point to give semen samples in plastic jars, which are now stored below rockafeller center underneath the ice skating rink
dont wanna be there for the

(Chorus)
yo, yo
its on now, we sit up in outerspace and bombs down
you all hype up in our nigga calm down
you dont want beef, planet war child
your whole squad fall

die from the stratus, splatter and capture the crowd
this hip-hop shit, me and planet mastered the
every ryhme i spit, its just a dues
you suffer from third degree burns, when you make moves
unable to quake, i shake the out the children
nose blows got you stiff cold your freezin'
heavenly breathin', in the garden of eden
you christ, in the pain of price, of a debt you bleedin'
you owe your life, plus your soul and body
i send caution through wind to stop the of sacratees
bring on playdough, twist tornados
my eyes a spectrum after the rain producing
perposly aim those, sixteen, until brain close
i expose flows cold, veins remian cold

(chorusx2)

yo
i was to intensify your brain with skill
my name is ill, P thats for the you feel
LA for the lyrics i aim to kill
NE niggas know i the fill
train to build, to steal the mics from you
i might stun you, watch you in a bright tunnel
we spaced out, in the game for the same
those who claim playas, get rained out
?rode a tarp?, you get like Rosa Parks
You get torn apart, QD niggas got colder
your soul departs, heres the explosion starts
shit is hot, blocks gettin' blown apart
we darts, contamidated with fire
while my march, we blastin' at your attire
sharp like barb wire, missles will scar
decapitating frame and leaving our jaw wired

(chorusx2)