Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus

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

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

A in his early 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
Flesh of her flesh, of her blood, her blood and bones
Hearin' prayers, she askin' for my good
That I become a man and learn to make a way for
she was, and her paranoia got in my blood
Mixed with from my daddy's genes

Lotta screams I'm hearin', crazy
Both parents is
I'm not a baby
A miscarriage can

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

Yo, they wanna keep me, 'cause 4 months pass, I'm still alive
Guess I got what call a Ill Will to survive
I look 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 babies are born with rhythm, no lie
Solar energize, mineralize flowin' through my mothers tube
I'm in this thick layer of goo

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

This place call the world 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 Lord figured out a date and time, Septemeber 14th, '73
Get world, doctors in the front waitin' for me
Arms open 'cause they know when I drop, alot of shit's gon'
See how the will start re-training cops
Month 9, I'm a week due, the labor induced

Pops told my moms, "Push and take deep too
Stay calm", holdin' her arm, I'm to hold on
Surgical gloves my scalp, my head pops out
Everything is blurry, my breath screams out
Tears pouring down my pops face so proud
Wantin' to hold me, but I was so
They washed me off and he said, "At least that 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 the devil
Y'all about to see this in trouble