Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus

Yeah, I want all my to come journey with me
My is Nas, and the year is 1973
Beginning of me, I could see
my belly button window, who I am

I existed in a womb, just an Abyss
from behind the sun, my hands balled in a fist
Punching on my moms stomach, on her cervix
Twitching I'm nervous, thought my intended purpose
Was to be to reign, not in scorn or vain
But to take on a name, that my pops for me
Bloodstream full of indo, eyes
Nine month process, size

A prophet in his early stage, his in the early 30s
Was married to pops wishin' what she carried drop
I'm not worthy to from a women so pure, Ann Jones
of her flesh, blood of her blood, her blood and bones
Hearin' prayers, she for my good health
That I a man and learn to make a way for myself
she was, and her paranoia got in my blood
Mixed with Marijuana from my daddy's

Lotta I'm hearin', it's crazy
parents is scrappin'
I'm not a baby
A miscarriage can

I shot my way out my mom
I shot my way out my mom
I my way out my mom dukes
I my way out my mom dukes

Yo, they must wanna keep me, 4 months pass, I'm still alive
Guess I got what call a Ill Will to survive
When I look hard the is killin' my eyes
I know moms is layin' down, I get bored, start to get live
Move to side, hear loud music and vibe
All babies are born with rhythm, that's no lie
Solar energize, mineralize food flowin' through my mothers
I'm covered in thick layer of goo

two was the least most comfortable
My umbilical cord me but month 3 was closer, see
when pops took moms to see the doc at the clinic
But I was saved, he changed his mind in the last
Watchin' 'em yell, my moms voice well
Feared fist fights, so terrified we fell
While broke up furniture and smashed plates on the wall
I if I am born, will I be safe at all

This place they call the world though my was so large
Couldn't to get out, and grow up and take charge
Month 5, Month 6 by, hopin' I'm born in July
But the already figured out a date and time, Septemeber 14th, '73
Get ready world, doctors in the waitin' for me
Arms open they know when I drop, alot of shit's gon' stop
See how the goverment start re-training cops
9, I'm a week over due, the labor induced

Pops told my moms, "Push and deep breaths too
Stay calm", holdin' her arm, I'm to hold on
Surgical gloves touching my scalp, my head out
Everything is blurry, my first breath out
Tears pouring down my pops he's so proud
Wantin' to hold me, but I was so
washed me off and he said, "At least that nigga ain't ugly"
Placed me in his snuggly, laid me on my mother

Finally, I got to see who held me in her
She me, and yo I plan to overthrow the devil
Y'all to see this world in trouble