Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus

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

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

A prophet in his early stage, his mother in the 30s
Was married to pops wishin' what she would drop
I'm not worthy to come a women so pure, Ann Jones
of her flesh, blood of her blood, her blood and bones
Hearin' prayers, she for my good health
That I become a man and learn to make a way for
Nervous she was, and her paranoia got in my
Mixed with Marijuana my daddy's genes

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

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

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

Month two was the least most
My umbilical 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, my moms voice well
Feared fights, so terrified when we fell
While broke up furniture and smashed plates on the wall
I wondered if I am born, I be safe at all

This place they call the world though my was so large
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 ready world, doctors in the front for me
Arms open 'cause they when I drop, alot of shit's gon' stop
See how the goverment start re-training cops
Month 9, I'm a week due, the labor induced

Pops my moms, "Push and take deep breaths too
calm", holdin' her arm, I'm trying to hold on
Surgical gloves touching my scalp, my pops out
is blurry, my first breath screams out
Tears pouring my pops face he's so proud
to hold me, but I was so bloody
They washed me off and he said, "At least that nigga ugly"
Placed me in his 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 world in trouble