Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus

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

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

A prophet in his early stage, his in the early 30s
Was married to pops wishin' what she carried 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 for my good health
That I become a man and learn to a way for myself
she was, and her paranoia got in my blood
Mixed Marijuana from my daddy's genes

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

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, 4 months pass, I'm still alive
Guess I got what call a Ill Will to survive
When I look hard the is killin' my eyes
I know when is layin' down, I get bored, start to get live
Move side to side, hear music and vibe
All black babies are born with rhythm, no lie
Solar energize, mineralize food through my mothers tube
I'm covered in this layer of goo

Month two was the most comfortable
My umbilical cord choking me but 3 was closer, see
That's when pops moms 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 when we fell
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 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 ready world, in the front waitin' for me
Arms open 'cause they when I drop, alot of shit's gon' stop
See how the goverment will re-training cops
Month 9, I'm a week due, the labor induced

Pops told my moms, "Push and deep breaths too
Stay calm", holdin' her arm, I'm trying to on
Surgical gloves touching my scalp, my pops out
Everything is blurry, my first screams out
Tears pouring down my pops face he's so
to hold me, but I was so bloody
They washed me off and he said, "At least nigga ain't ugly"
Placed me in his arms snuggly, 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 about to see this in trouble