Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus

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

I existed in a womb, just like an
Came from behind the sun, my 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 scorn or
But to take on a name, that my pops for me
full of indo, developing eyes
Nine month process, size

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

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

I my way out my mom dukes
I my way out my mom dukes
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 a Ill Will to survive
When I hard the lights is killin' my eyes
I know when moms is layin' down, I get bored, start to get
Move side to side, hear loud music and
All black are born with rhythm, that's no lie
energize, mineralize food flowin' through my mothers tube
I'm covered in this layer of goo

Month two was the least most
My umbilical 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 his mind in the last minute
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 wondered if I am born, 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 by, hopin' I'm born in July
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 know I drop, alot of shit's gon' stop
See how the goverment will re-training cops
Month 9, I'm a week over due, the induced

Pops my moms, "Push and take deep breaths too
calm", holdin' her arm, I'm trying to hold on
Surgical gloves touching my scalp, my pops out
is blurry, my first breath screams out
Tears pouring down my pops he's so proud
to hold me, but I was so bloody
They washed me off and he said, "At least that nigga ugly"
me in his arms snuggly, laid me on my mother

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