Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus

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

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

A prophet in his stage, his mother in the early 30s
Was married to pops what she carried would drop
I'm not to come from a women so pure, Ann Jones
Flesh of her flesh, blood of her blood, her blood and
Hearin' prayers, she askin' for my health
That I become a man and learn to make a way for
Nervous she was, and her got in my blood
Mixed Marijuana from my daddy's genes

Lotta screams I'm hearin', it's
Both parents is
I'm not even a
A can happen

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

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

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

This place they call the world my view was so large
wait to get out, and grow up and take charge
Month 5, Month 6 went by, hopin' I'm born in
But the Lord already figured out a and time, Septemeber 14th, '73
Get ready world, doctors in the front for me
Arms open they know when I drop, alot of shit's gon' stop
See how the goverment will start cops
Month 9, I'm a week due, the labor induced

Pops told my moms, "Push and take breaths too
calm", holdin' her arm, I'm trying to hold on
Surgical gloves touching my scalp, my pops out
is blurry, my first breath screams out
Tears pouring down my pops he's so proud
Wantin' to me, but I was so bloody
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 love me, and yo I plan to overthrow the
Y'all to see this world in trouble