Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus

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

I existed in a womb, just an Abyss
Came from behind the sun, my hands balled in a
Punching on my moms stomach, on her cervix
'cause I'm nervous, thought my intended purpose
Was to be born to reign, not in or vain
But to take on a name, my pops chose 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 a women so pure, Ann Jones
Flesh of her flesh, blood of her blood, her and bones
Hearin' prayers, she askin' for my 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

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

I shot my way out my mom
I my way out my mom dukes
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 call a Ill Will to survive
I look 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 music and
All black babies are born rhythm, that's no lie
Solar energize, mineralize food flowin' my mothers tube
I'm covered in thick layer of goo

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

This they call the world though my view was so large
wait to get out, and grow up and take charge
Month 5, Month 6 went by, hopin' I'm born in
But the Lord already figured out a date and time, 14th, '73
Get ready world, doctors in the waitin' for me
Arms open 'cause they when I drop, alot 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
calm", holdin' 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 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 me, and yo I plan to overthrow the devil
about to see this world in trouble