Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus

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

I existed in a womb, just like an
from 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 or vain
But to on a name, that my pops chose for me
Bloodstream full of indo, 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 worthy to from a women so pure, Ann Jones
Flesh of her flesh, blood of her blood, her blood and
Hearin' prayers, she askin' for my good
That I a man and learn to make a way for myself
Nervous she was, and her got in my blood
with Marijuana from my daddy's genes

Lotta I'm hearin', it's crazy
Both 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 call a Ill Will to
When I hard the lights is killin' my eyes
I know when moms is layin' down, I get bored, to get live
side to side, hear loud music and vibe
All black babies are born rhythm, that's no lie
Solar energize, mineralize food flowin' through my mothers
I'm covered in this layer of goo

Month two was the least comfortable
My umbilical cord 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 mind in the last
'em yell, heard my moms voice well
Feared 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

This place call the world though my view was so large
wait to get out, and grow up and take charge
Month 5, 6 went by, hopin' I'm born in July
But the Lord already figured out a and time, Septemeber 14th, '73
Get ready world, in the front waitin' for me
Arms open 'cause they know when I drop, of shit's gon' stop
See how the will start re-training cops
Month 9, I'm a over due, the labor induced

told my moms, "Push and take deep breaths too
Stay calm", her arm, I'm trying to hold on
Surgical gloves touching my scalp, my head out
is blurry, my first breath screams out
Tears pouring my pops face he's so proud
Wantin' to hold me, but I was so
They washed me off and he said, "At that nigga ain't ugly"
me in his arms snuggly, laid me on my mother

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