Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus

Yeah, I want all my niggas to come with me
My is Nas, and the year is 1973
Beginning of me, therefore I 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 I'm nervous, thought my intended purpose
Was to be born to reign, not in scorn or
But to take on a name, my pops chose for me
Bloodstream full of indo, developing
month process, infant size

A prophet in his early stage, his in the early 30s
Was married to pops wishin' what she carried would
I'm not to come from a women so pure, Ann Jones
of her flesh, blood of her blood, her blood and bones
Hearin' prayers, she askin' for my good
That I 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', crazy
parents is scrappin'
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, they must keep me, 'cause 4 months pass, I'm still alive
Guess I got what call a Ill Will to survive
When I hard the lights is killin' my eyes
I know when moms is down, I get bored, start to get live
Move side to side, hear loud and vibe
All black are born with rhythm, that's no lie
Solar energize, mineralize food flowin' through my tube
I'm covered in this layer of goo

two was the least most comfortable
My umbilical choking me but month 3 was closer, see
That's when pops took moms to see the doc at the
But I was saved, he changed his in the last minute
'em yell, heard my moms voice well
Feared fights, so terrified when 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 call the world though my view was so large
Couldn't to get out, and grow up and take charge
Month 5, Month 6 went by, I'm born in July
But the Lord already figured out a and time, Septemeber 14th, '73
Get ready world, doctors in the front for me
Arms open 'cause they when I drop, alot of shit's gon' stop
See how the goverment will re-training cops
Month 9, I'm a week over due, the labor

Pops told my moms, "Push and take breaths too
Stay calm", holdin' her arm, I'm 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 nigga ugly"
me in his arms 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
Y'all about to see this in trouble