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 belly window, who I am

I existed in a womb, just like an
Came from behind the sun, my hands balled in a
Punching on my moms stomach, on her cervix
Twitching 'cause I'm nervous, my intended purpose
Was to be born to reign, not in scorn or
But to take on a name, my pops chose for me
full of indo, developing eyes
Nine month process, size

A prophet in his stage, his mother 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
of her flesh, blood of her blood, her blood and bones
Hearin' prayers, she askin' for my health
That I a man and learn to make a way for myself
she was, and her paranoia got in my blood
Mixed Marijuana from my daddy's genes

Lotta 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 must wanna keep me, 'cause 4 months pass, I'm still
Guess I got what they a Ill Will to survive
When I look hard the lights is my eyes
I know when moms is down, I get bored, start to get live
Move side to side, loud music and vibe
All babies are born with rhythm, that's no lie
Solar energize, mineralize food flowin' my mothers tube
I'm covered in thick layer of goo

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

This place call the world though my view was so large
Couldn't wait to get out, and grow up and charge
Month 5, Month 6 went by, hopin' I'm born in
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 start cops
Month 9, I'm a week over due, the labor

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

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