Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus

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

I existed in a womb, like an Abyss
Came behind the sun, my hands balled in a fist
Punching on my moms stomach, kicking on her
Twitching 'cause I'm nervous, thought my purpose
Was to be born to reign, not in scorn or
But to take on a name, my pops chose for me
full of indo, developing eyes
Nine month process, infant

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

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

I my way out my mom dukes
I my way out my mom dukes
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 what call a Ill Will to survive
When I look hard the lights is my eyes
I know when is layin' down, I get bored, start to get live
Move side to side, hear music and vibe
All black babies are with rhythm, that's no lie
Solar energize, food flowin' through my mothers tube
I'm covered in thick layer of goo

Month two was the most comfortable
My umbilical cord choking me but 3 was closer, see
That's when pops took moms to see the doc at the
But I was saved, he changed his mind in the minute
Watchin' 'em yell, heard my voice well
Feared fights, so terrified when 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 view was so
Couldn't to get out, and grow up and take charge
Month 5, Month 6 by, hopin' I'm born in July
But the Lord already figured out a and time, Septemeber 14th, '73
Get world, doctors in the front waitin' for me
Arms open 'cause they when I drop, alot of shit's gon' stop
See how the goverment start re-training 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
Everything is blurry, my breath screams out
Tears pouring down my pops he's so proud
to hold me, but I was so bloody
They washed me off and he said, "At least nigga ain't ugly"
me in his arms 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 about to see world in trouble