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

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

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

I shot my way out my mom
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 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 babies are with 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 umbilical choking me but month 3 was closer, see
That's when pops took to see the doc at the clinic
But I was saved, he changed his in the last minute
Watchin' 'em yell, my moms voice well
Feared fist fights, so terrified when we
While they broke up furniture and smashed on the wall
I wondered if I am born, will I be at all

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

Pops told my moms, "Push and take breaths 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 down my pops face 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 plan to the devil
about to see this world in trouble