Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus

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

I existed in a womb, just like an
Came from the sun, my hands 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 or vain
But to on a name, that my pops chose for me
Bloodstream full of indo, developing
Nine month process, size

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

Lotta I'm hearin', it's crazy
Both is scrappin'
I'm not a baby
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 wanna keep me, 'cause 4 months pass, I'm still alive
I got what they call a Ill Will to survive
When I look the lights is killin' my eyes
I know moms is layin' down, I get bored, start to get live
Move to side, hear loud music and vibe
All black babies are born with rhythm, no lie
Solar energize, mineralize food flowin' through my mothers
I'm covered in this thick of goo

two was the least most comfortable
My umbilical 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 in the last minute
'em yell, heard my moms voice well
Feared fist fights, so terrified we fell
they broke 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 wait to get out, and up and take charge
Month 5, 6 went 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 front for me
Arms open 'cause they know when I drop, alot of shit's gon'
See how the goverment start re-training cops
Month 9, I'm a week over due, the labor

told my moms, "Push and take deep breaths too
Stay calm", her arm, I'm trying to hold on
Surgical 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 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 world in trouble