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, my intended purpose
Was to be born to reign, not in scorn or
But to take on a name, that my chose for me
full of indo, developing eyes
Nine month process, infant

A prophet in his stage, his mother in the early 30s
Was married to pops wishin' she carried would drop
I'm not worthy to from a women so pure, Ann Jones
Flesh of her flesh, of her blood, her blood and bones
Hearin' prayers, she askin' for my health
I become a man and learn to make a way for myself
Nervous she was, and her got in my blood
Mixed with Marijuana from my genes

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

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

Yo, they must wanna keep me, 4 months pass, I'm still alive
I got what they call a Ill Will to survive
When I look hard the lights is killin' my
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 with rhythm, no lie
Solar energize, mineralize food through my mothers tube
I'm covered in thick layer of goo

two was the least most comfortable
My cord choking me but month 3 was closer, see
That's when pops 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
Feared fist fights, so terrified when we
While they broke up 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 wait to get out, and grow up and take
Month 5, Month 6 went by, I'm born in July
But the Lord figured out a date and time, Septemeber 14th, '73
Get ready world, doctors in the waitin' for me
Arms 'cause they know when I drop, alot of shit's gon' stop
See how the goverment start re-training cops
9, I'm a week over due, the labor induced

Pops told my moms, "Push and deep breaths too
Stay calm", holdin' her arm, I'm to hold on
Surgical gloves touching my scalp, my 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 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 held me in her
She love me, and yo I plan to overthrow the
about to see this world in trouble