Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus

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

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

A prophet in his stage, his mother in the early 30s
Was married to pops wishin' what she would 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 askin' for my good
That I a man and learn to make a way for myself
Nervous she was, and her paranoia got in my
Mixed with Marijuana from my genes

screams I'm hearin', it's crazy
Both parents is
I'm not even a
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 wanna keep me, 'cause 4 months pass, I'm still alive
Guess I got they call a Ill Will to survive
I look hard the lights is killin' my eyes
I know when moms is down, I get bored, start to get live
side to side, hear loud music and vibe
All black babies are born with rhythm, no lie
Solar energize, mineralize food flowin' my mothers tube
I'm in this thick layer of goo

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

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

Pops told my moms, "Push and deep breaths too
calm", holdin' her arm, I'm trying to hold on
Surgical gloves my scalp, my head pops out
Everything is blurry, my first breath out
Tears pouring down my pops face so proud
Wantin' to me, but I was so bloody
They washed me off and he said, "At least that nigga ugly"
me in his arms 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
about to see this world in trouble