Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus

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

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

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 from a women so pure, Ann Jones
of her flesh, blood of her blood, her blood and bones
Hearin' prayers, she askin' for my health
That I a man and learn to make a way for myself
she was, and her paranoia got in my blood
Mixed with from my daddy's genes

screams I'm hearin', it's crazy
Both parents is
I'm not a baby
A miscarriage can

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

Yo, must wanna keep me, 'cause 4 months pass, I'm still alive
Guess I got what they call a Ill to survive
When I look hard the is killin' my eyes
I know when moms is down, I get bored, start to get live
side to side, hear loud music and vibe
All black are born with 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 took moms to see the doc at the clinic
But I was saved, he his mind in the last minute
'em yell, heard my moms voice well
Feared fights, so terrified when we fell
they broke up furniture and smashed plates on the wall
I if I am born, will I be safe at all

This place they the world though my view was so large
Couldn't wait to get out, and up and take charge
5, Month 6 went by, hopin' I'm born in July
But the Lord already 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 start re-training cops
9, I'm a week over due, the labor induced

Pops told my moms, "Push and deep breaths too
calm", holdin' her arm, I'm trying to hold on
Surgical gloves my scalp, my head pops out
Everything is blurry, my first 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 arms snuggly, me on my mother

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