Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus

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

I in a womb, just like an Abyss
Came from behind the sun, my hands balled in a
Punching on my stomach, kicking on her cervix
'cause I'm nervous, thought 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, infant

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

Lotta screams I'm hearin', it's
parents is scrappin'
I'm not a baby
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 they a Ill Will to survive
When I look hard the is killin' my eyes
I when moms is layin' down, I get bored, start to get live
Move side to side, loud music and vibe
All black babies are born with rhythm, no lie
Solar energize, food flowin' through my mothers tube
I'm in this 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 moms to see the doc at the
But I was saved, he changed his mind in the minute
Watchin' 'em yell, heard my moms voice
Feared fist fights, so terrified when we
they broke up furniture and smashed plates on the wall
I wondered if I am born, will I be at all

This they call the world though my view was so large
Couldn't to get out, and grow up and take charge
Month 5, Month 6 went by, hopin' I'm born in
But the Lord figured out a date and time, Septemeber 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 re-training
9, I'm a week 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 touching my scalp, my head pops out
Everything is blurry, my first breath out
Tears pouring down my face he's so proud
to hold me, but I was so bloody
They washed me off and he said, "At least nigga ain't ugly"
Placed me in his snuggly, laid me on my mother

Finally, I got to see who held me in her
She love me, and yo I plan to overthrow the
about to see this world in trouble