Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus

Yeah, I all my niggas to come journey with me
My is Nas, and the year 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 behind the sun, my hands balled in a
Punching on my moms stomach, on her cervix
Twitching 'cause I'm nervous, thought my purpose
Was to be to reign, not in scorn or vain
But to take on a name, that my pops for me
Bloodstream of indo, developing eyes
month process, infant size

A prophet in his early stage, his 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 good
That I become a man and learn to a way for myself
Nervous she was, and her got in my blood
Mixed with Marijuana from my genes

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

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

Yo, they wanna keep me, 'cause 4 months pass, I'm still alive
I got what they call a Ill Will to survive
When I look hard the lights is my eyes
I know moms is layin' down, I get bored, start to get live
Move to side, hear loud music and vibe
All black are born with 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 least comfortable
My cord choking me but month 3 was closer, see
That's when 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 when we fell
While they broke up furniture and smashed 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 figured out a date and time, Septemeber 14th, '73
Get ready world, doctors in the front for me
Arms open 'cause they know when I drop, alot of shit's gon'
See how the goverment will start re-training
Month 9, I'm a week due, the labor induced

Pops my moms, "Push and take 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 breath screams out
pouring down my pops face he's so proud
Wantin' to hold me, but I was so
They washed me off and he said, "At least that ain't ugly"
me in his arms snuggly, laid me on my mother

Finally, I got to see who me in her body
She me, and yo I plan to overthrow the devil
about to see this world in trouble