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, just an Abyss
Came from the sun, my hands balled in a fist
Punching on my stomach, kicking 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, that my pops for me
Bloodstream of indo, developing eyes
Nine month process, infant

A in his early stage, his mother in the early 30s
Was married to pops wishin' what she carried drop
I'm not worthy to come from a so pure, Ann Jones
Flesh of her flesh, blood of her blood, her and bones
Hearin' prayers, she for my good 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
Both parents is
I'm not even a
A can happen

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

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

Month two was the least comfortable
My umbilical 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 last
Watchin' 'em yell, heard my moms voice
Feared fights, so terrified when we fell
While they broke up furniture and smashed on the wall
I wondered if I am born, I be safe at all

This place they call the world my view was so large
wait to get out, and grow up and take charge
Month 5, Month 6 went by, I'm born in July
But the Lord already out a date and time, Septemeber 14th, '73
Get ready world, in the front waitin' for me
Arms 'cause they know when I drop, alot of shit's gon' stop
See how the goverment will start cops
Month 9, I'm a week over due, the labor

Pops told my moms, "Push and deep breaths too
calm", holdin' her arm, I'm trying to hold on
Surgical touching my scalp, my head pops out
Everything is blurry, my 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 nigga 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 overthrow the
Y'all about to see this world in