Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus

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

I existed in a womb, just an Abyss
from behind the sun, my hands balled in a fist
Punching on my moms stomach, on her cervix
'cause I'm nervous, thought my intended purpose
Was to be born to reign, not in scorn or
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 wishin' what she would drop
I'm not worthy to come from a so pure, Ann Jones
Flesh of her flesh, blood of her blood, her blood and
prayers, she askin' for my good health
That I become a man and learn to make a way for
Nervous she was, and her got in my blood
Mixed with Marijuana from my daddy's

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

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

Yo, they must wanna me, 'cause 4 months 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 moms is layin' down, I get bored, start to get
Move side to side, loud music and vibe
All black babies are born rhythm, that's no lie
energize, mineralize food flowin' through my mothers tube
I'm covered in this layer of goo

Month two was the most comfortable
My umbilical choking me but month 3 was closer, see
That's when pops took to see the doc at the clinic
But I was saved, he changed his 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 up and take charge
Month 5, Month 6 by, hopin' I'm born in July
But the Lord already out a date and time, Septemeber 14th, '73
Get world, doctors in the front waitin' for me
Arms open 'cause they know I drop, alot of shit's gon' stop
See how the goverment will start re-training
Month 9, I'm a week over due, the induced

Pops told my moms, "Push and take deep too
Stay calm", holdin' her arm, I'm to hold on
Surgical touching my scalp, my head pops out
Everything is blurry, my first breath out
Tears pouring down my pops face he's so
Wantin' to hold me, but I was so
They washed me off and he said, "At that nigga ain't ugly"
Placed me in his arms snuggly, me on my mother

Finally, I got to see who me in her body
She love me, and yo I plan to overthrow the
Y'all about to see this world in