Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus

Yeah, I want all my niggas to come with 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, just like an
Came from behind the sun, my balled in a fist
Punching on my moms stomach, on her cervix
Twitching 'cause I'm nervous, my intended purpose
Was to be to reign, not in scorn or vain
But to take on a name, my pops chose for me
Bloodstream full of indo, eyes
Nine month process, infant

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

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

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

two was the least most comfortable
My cord choking me but month 3 was closer, see
That's pops took moms to see the doc at the clinic
But I was saved, he changed his mind in the minute
Watchin' 'em yell, heard my moms well
fist fights, so terrified when we fell
While they broke up furniture and smashed on the wall
I wondered if I am born, will I be at all

This place they call the world though my was so large
Couldn't wait to get out, and grow up and charge
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, 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 labor

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 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 nigga ain't ugly"
Placed me in his arms snuggly, laid me on my

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