Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus

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

I existed in a womb, just an Abyss
Came from behind the sun, my balled in a fist
Punching on my moms stomach, kicking on her
Twitching 'cause I'm nervous, thought my intended
Was to be to reign, not in scorn or vain
But to take on a name, my pops chose for me
Bloodstream of indo, developing eyes
Nine process, infant size

A prophet in his early stage, his 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 and bones
prayers, she askin' for my good health
That I become a man and learn to make a way for
Nervous she was, and her paranoia got in my
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 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 killin' my
I know when moms is 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' my mothers tube
I'm covered in thick layer of goo

Month two was the most comfortable
My umbilical 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 last
Watchin' 'em yell, heard my moms well
Feared fist fights, so terrified when we
they broke up furniture and smashed plates on the wall
I wondered if I am born, I be safe at all

This place they call the world my view was so large
Couldn't wait to get out, and grow up and charge
5, Month 6 went by, hopin' I'm born in July
But the already figured out a date and time, Septemeber 14th, '73
Get world, doctors in the front waitin' for me
Arms open 'cause know when I drop, alot of shit's gon' stop
See how the goverment start re-training cops
9, I'm a week 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 touching my scalp, my head pops out
Everything is blurry, my first breath out
Tears pouring down my pops face he's so
Wantin' to hold me, but I was so
They me off and he said, "At least that nigga ain't ugly"
Placed me in his snuggly, laid me on my mother

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