Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus

Yeah, I want all my niggas to come journey me
My is Nas, and the year is 1973
of me, therefore I could see
Through my belly window, who I am

I existed in a womb, just an Abyss
Came from behind the sun, my hands in a fist
Punching on my moms stomach, on her cervix
Twitching 'cause I'm nervous, thought my intended
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 process, infant size

A prophet in his stage, his mother in the early 30s
Was to pops wishin' what she carried would drop
I'm not worthy to from a women so pure, Ann Jones
of her flesh, blood of her blood, her blood and bones
Hearin' prayers, she askin' for my good
That I become a man and to make a way for myself
Nervous she was, and her got in my blood
Mixed with Marijuana from my genes

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

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

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

This they call the world though my view was so large
Couldn't wait to get out, and grow up and take
Month 5, Month 6 by, hopin' I'm born in July
But the Lord already out a date and time, Septemeber 14th, '73
Get ready world, doctors in the waitin' for me
Arms open 'cause they know when I drop, alot of shit's gon'
See how the goverment will start cops
9, I'm a week over due, the labor induced

Pops told my moms, "Push and deep breaths too
Stay calm", holdin' her arm, I'm to hold on
Surgical gloves my scalp, my head pops out
is blurry, my first breath screams out
Tears pouring down my face he's so proud
Wantin' to hold me, but I was so
They washed me off and he said, "At least that ain't 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 the devil
about to see this world in trouble