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 button window, who I am

I existed in a womb, like an Abyss
from behind the sun, my hands balled in a fist
Punching on my stomach, kicking 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 of indo, developing eyes
Nine month process, size

A in his early stage, his mother in the early 30s
Was married to wishin' what she carried would drop
I'm not worthy to come from a women so pure, Ann
of her flesh, blood of her blood, her blood 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 paranoia got in my
Mixed with Marijuana from my daddy's

screams I'm hearin', it's crazy
Both is scrappin'
I'm not a baby
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 wanna keep me, 'cause 4 months pass, I'm still alive
Guess I got what they call a Ill to survive
When I look the lights is killin' my eyes
I know when 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 through my mothers tube
I'm covered in this thick of goo

Month two was the least comfortable
My umbilical cord 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 last
'em yell, heard my moms voice well
Feared fist fights, so when we fell
While they broke up furniture and smashed plates on the
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 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 world, doctors in the front waitin' for me
open 'cause they know when I drop, alot of shit's gon' stop
See how the will start re-training cops
Month 9, I'm a week due, the labor induced

told my moms, "Push and take deep 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 breath out
Tears down my pops face he's so proud
Wantin' to hold me, but I was so
washed me off and he said, "At least that nigga ain't ugly"
Placed me in his arms snuggly, laid me on my

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