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, therefore I see
Through my button window, who I am

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

A prophet in his stage, his mother in the early 30s
Was married to pops wishin' 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
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 Marijuana from my daddy's

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

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

Yo, they must wanna 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 know moms is layin' down, I get bored, start to get live
side 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 in this thick layer of goo

Month two was the least comfortable
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 fist fights, so terrified when we
While they broke up furniture and smashed plates on the
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 charge
5, Month 6 went by, hopin' 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
open 'cause they know when I drop, alot of shit's gon' stop
See how the goverment will start cops
Month 9, I'm a week over due, the labor

Pops told my moms, "Push and take deep too
Stay calm", 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 my pops face he's so proud
to hold me, but I was so bloody
They me off and he said, "At least that nigga ain't ugly"
me in his arms snuggly, laid me on my mother

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