Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus

Yeah, I want all my niggas to come journey 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, like an Abyss
Came from behind the sun, my hands in a fist
on my moms stomach, kicking on her cervix
Twitching 'cause I'm nervous, thought my purpose
Was to be born to reign, not in or vain
But to on a name, that my pops chose for me
Bloodstream full of indo, eyes
month process, infant size

A in his early stage, his mother in the early 30s
Was married to wishin' 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 a way for myself
Nervous she was, and her got in my blood
Mixed with from my daddy's genes

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

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

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

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

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

Pops told my moms, "Push and deep breaths too
calm", holdin' her arm, I'm trying to hold on
Surgical touching my scalp, my head pops out
Everything is blurry, my first screams out
Tears pouring down my pops he's so proud
to hold me, but I was so bloody
They me off and he said, "At least that nigga ain't ugly"
Placed me in his arms snuggly, 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 about to see world in trouble