Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus

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

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

A in his early stage, his mother in the early 30s
Was married to pops wishin' she carried would drop
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 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 with Marijuana my daddy's genes

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

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

Yo, they must keep me, 'cause 4 months pass, I'm still alive
Guess I got what they 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 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 this layer of goo

Month two was the most comfortable
My umbilical cord me but month 3 was closer, see
That's when pops took to see the doc at the clinic
But I was saved, he changed his mind in the minute
Watchin' 'em yell, heard my voice well
Feared fist fights, so terrified when we
While they 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 to get out, and grow up and take charge
Month 5, Month 6 by, hopin' I'm born in July
But the already figured out a date and time, Septemeber 14th, '73
Get ready world, doctors in the waitin' for me
open 'cause they know when I drop, alot of shit's gon' stop
See how the goverment will start cops
Month 9, I'm a week due, the labor induced

Pops told my moms, "Push and deep breaths too
Stay calm", her arm, I'm trying to hold on
gloves touching my scalp, my head pops out
Everything is blurry, my first screams out
Tears pouring down my face he's so proud
Wantin' to hold me, but I was so
washed 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 to see this world in trouble