Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus

Yeah, I want all my 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 in a womb, just like an Abyss
Came from behind the sun, my hands in a fist
Punching on my moms stomach, on her cervix
Twitching 'cause I'm nervous, thought my 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 prophet in his stage, his mother in the early 30s
Was married to wishin' what she carried would drop
I'm not worthy to from a women so pure, Ann Jones
Flesh of her flesh, blood of her blood, her blood and
Hearin' prayers, she for my good health
That I become a man and learn to a way for myself
Nervous she was, and her got in my blood
Mixed with Marijuana from my genes

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

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 keep me, 'cause 4 months pass, I'm still alive
Guess I got what they call a Ill to survive
When I look hard the is killin' my eyes
I when moms is layin' down, I get bored, start to get live
side to side, hear loud music and vibe
All black babies are born with rhythm, no lie
Solar energize, mineralize food flowin' through my tube
I'm covered in thick layer of goo

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

This they call the world though my view was so large
Couldn't wait to get out, and grow up and take
Month 5, Month 6 went by, I'm born in July
But the Lord already figured out a date and time, 14th, '73
Get ready world, in the front waitin' for me
Arms open 'cause know when I drop, alot of shit's gon' stop
See how the goverment will re-training cops
Month 9, I'm a week due, the labor induced

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

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