Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus

Yeah, I want all my niggas to come journey me
My is Nas, and the year is 1973
Beginning of me, therefore I see
Through my button window, who I am

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

A prophet in his early stage, his mother in the 30s
Was married to pops wishin' what she carried 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 askin' for my health
That I a man and learn to make a way for myself
she was, and her paranoia got in my blood
Mixed with Marijuana my daddy's genes

Lotta screams I'm hearin', crazy
Both is scrappin'
I'm not a baby
A miscarriage can

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

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

Month two was the least most
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 changed his mind in the last
Watchin' 'em yell, my moms voice well
Feared fist fights, so terrified we fell
While they up furniture and smashed plates on the wall
I wondered if I am born, I be safe at all

This place they call the world though my was so large
Couldn't wait to get out, and grow up and take
Month 5, Month 6 went by, hopin' I'm born in
But the already figured out a date and time, Septemeber 14th, '73
Get ready world, doctors in the waitin' for me
Arms open 'cause know when 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", her arm, I'm trying to hold on
Surgical gloves my scalp, my head pops out
is blurry, my first breath screams 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 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
Y'all to see this world in trouble