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, 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
on my moms stomach, kicking on her cervix
Twitching 'cause I'm nervous, my intended purpose
Was to be born to reign, not in scorn or
But to on a name, that my pops chose for me
Bloodstream full of indo, developing
Nine process, infant size

A in his early stage, his mother in the early 30s
Was married to pops wishin' what she would drop
I'm not worthy to come a women so pure, Ann Jones
of her flesh, blood of her blood, her blood and bones
Hearin' prayers, she 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

Lotta screams I'm hearin', crazy
Both parents is
I'm not even a
A miscarriage can

I shot my way out my mom
I my way out my mom dukes
I my way out my mom dukes
I shot my way out my mom

Yo, they must wanna me, 'cause 4 months pass, I'm still alive
Guess I got they call a Ill Will to survive
When I look hard the lights is my eyes
I know when moms is layin' down, I get bored, to get live
Move side to side, hear loud music and
All babies are born with 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 last
'em yell, heard my moms voice well
Feared fist fights, so when we fell
While they broke up furniture and plates on the wall
I if I am born, will 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
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 they know when I drop, alot of shit's gon'
See how the goverment will re-training cops
Month 9, I'm a week over due, the labor

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 head out
Everything is blurry, my breath screams out
Tears pouring down my face he's so proud
to hold me, but I was so bloody
They washed me off and he said, "At least nigga ain't ugly"
me in his arms snuggly, laid me on my mother

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