Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus

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

I existed in a womb, just like an
Came behind the sun, my hands balled in a fist
Punching on my moms stomach, on her cervix
Twitching 'cause I'm nervous, thought my intended
Was to be born to reign, not in 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 come from a women so pure, Ann
Flesh of her flesh, blood of her blood, her blood and
prayers, she askin' for my good health
That I become a man and to make a way for myself
Nervous she was, and her paranoia got in my
with Marijuana from my daddy's genes

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

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

Yo, they must wanna 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 killin' my
I know when moms is layin' down, I get bored, to get live
Move side to side, hear loud and vibe
All black babies are born with rhythm, no lie
Solar energize, food flowin' through my mothers tube
I'm covered in thick layer of goo

Month two was the most comfortable
My umbilical choking 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, my moms voice well
fist 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

place they call the world though my view was so large
Couldn't wait to get out, and grow up and charge
Month 5, Month 6 went by, hopin' I'm born in
But the Lord already figured out a 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 stop
See how the goverment will start cops
Month 9, I'm a over due, the labor induced

Pops told my moms, "Push and deep breaths too
calm", holdin' her arm, I'm trying to hold on
Surgical touching my scalp, my head pops out
Everything is blurry, my breath 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 that nigga ain't ugly"
Placed me in his arms snuggly, me on my mother

Finally, I got to see who held me in her
She love me, and yo I to overthrow the devil
Y'all about to see this in trouble