Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus

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

I in a womb, just like an Abyss
from behind the sun, my hands balled in a fist
Punching on my moms stomach, kicking on her
Twitching I'm nervous, thought my intended purpose
Was to be born to reign, not in or vain
But to take on a name, that my chose for me
Bloodstream full of indo, developing
month process, infant size

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

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

I my way out my mom dukes
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 keep me, 'cause 4 months pass, I'm still
Guess I got they call a Ill Will to survive
When I look hard the lights is my eyes
I know when moms is down, I get bored, start to get live
Move side to side, hear music and vibe
All babies are born 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 most comfortable
My cord 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, my moms voice well
Feared fist fights, so terrified when we
While they broke up furniture and smashed plates on the
I if I am born, will I be safe 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, Month 6 went by, hopin' I'm in July
But the already figured out a date and time, Septemeber 14th, '73
Get ready world, doctors in the 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 over due, the labor induced

Pops told my moms, "Push and take breaths too
Stay calm", her arm, I'm trying to hold on
Surgical gloves touching my scalp, my pops out
Everything is blurry, my breath screams out
Tears pouring down my face he's so proud
Wantin' to me, but I was so bloody
They washed me off and he said, "At that nigga ain't ugly"
Placed me in his arms snuggly, me on my mother

Finally, I got to see who held me in her
She love me, and yo I plan to the devil
Y'all to see this world in trouble