Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus

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

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

A in his early stage, his mother in the early 30s
Was married to pops wishin' what she carried 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 for my good health
That I become a man and to make a way for myself
she was, and her paranoia got in my blood
Mixed with from my daddy's genes

Lotta screams I'm hearin', it's
Both is scrappin'
I'm not a baby
A can happen

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

Yo, must wanna keep me, 'cause 4 months pass, I'm still alive
Guess I got they call a Ill Will to survive
When I look hard the is killin' my eyes
I when moms is layin' down, I get bored, start to get live
Move to side, hear loud music and vibe
All babies are born with rhythm, that's no lie
Solar energize, mineralize food flowin' through my tube
I'm covered in thick layer of goo

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

This place they call the world though my view was so
Couldn't wait to get out, and grow up and take
Month 5, Month 6 went by, I'm born in July
But the already figured out a date and time, Septemeber 14th, '73
Get world, doctors in the front waitin' for me
Arms 'cause they know when I drop, alot of shit's gon' stop
See how the goverment will start re-training
Month 9, I'm a week over due, the induced

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

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