Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus

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

I existed in a womb, like an Abyss
Came behind the sun, my hands balled in a fist
Punching on my moms stomach, on her cervix
'cause I'm nervous, thought my intended purpose
Was to be to reign, not in scorn or vain
But to on a name, that my pops chose for me
Bloodstream full of indo, developing
Nine month process, size

A prophet in his stage, his mother in the early 30s
Was to pops wishin' what she carried would 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 good
That I become a man and to make a way for myself
Nervous she was, and her paranoia got in my
Mixed Marijuana from my daddy's genes

Lotta screams I'm hearin', it's
parents is scrappin'
I'm not a baby
A can happen

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
When I look 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' through my tube
I'm covered in this layer of goo

two was the least most comfortable
My cord choking me but month 3 was closer, see
when 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 voice well
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

place they call the world though my view was so large
Couldn't wait to get out, and grow up and take
Month 5, 6 went by, hopin' I'm born in July
But the Lord figured out a date and time, Septemeber 14th, '73
Get world, doctors in the front waitin' for me
Arms open 'cause they know 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 labor

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

Finally, I got to see who me in her body
She love me, and yo I to overthrow the devil
Y'all about to see world in trouble