Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus

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

I existed in a womb, just 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 on a name, that my pops chose for me
Bloodstream of indo, developing eyes
Nine process, infant size

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

Lotta screams I'm hearin', crazy
Both 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 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 is killin' my eyes
I know when moms is layin' down, I get bored, start to get
side to side, hear loud music and vibe
All black babies are born with rhythm, 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 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 mind in the last
Watchin' 'em yell, heard my moms voice
Feared fist fights, so when we fell
While they broke up furniture and smashed plates on the
I wondered if I am born, will I be at all

This place they call the though my view was so large
Couldn't wait to get out, and up and take charge
Month 5, 6 went by, hopin' I'm born in July
But the Lord already figured out a and time, Septemeber 14th, '73
Get ready world, in the front waitin' for me
Arms open 'cause they know when I drop, of shit's gon' stop
See how the will start re-training cops
Month 9, I'm a week over due, the induced

Pops told my moms, "Push and take breaths too
Stay calm", holdin' her arm, I'm to hold on
Surgical gloves touching my scalp, my pops out
is blurry, my first breath screams out
Tears pouring my pops face he's so proud
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 snuggly, laid me on my mother

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