Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus

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

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

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

Lotta screams I'm hearin', 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 shot my way out my mom
I my way out my mom dukes

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

Month two was the most comfortable
My cord choking me but month 3 was closer, see
That's when pops took moms to see the doc at the
But I was saved, he his mind in the last minute
Watchin' 'em yell, heard my voice well
Feared fist fights, so terrified when we
they 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, hopin' I'm in July
But the Lord figured out a date and time, Septemeber 14th, '73
Get ready world, doctors in the waitin' for me
Arms open 'cause they know I drop, alot of shit's gon' stop
See how the goverment will start cops
Month 9, I'm a over due, the labor induced

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

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