Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus (belly Button Window)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This place call the world though my view was so large
Couldn't to get out, and grow 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 ready world, doctors in the front for me
Arms open they know when I drop, alot of shit's gon' stop
See how the goverment start re-training cops
Month 9, I'm a over due, the labor induced

Pops told my moms, "Push and deep breaths too
Stay calm", holdin' her arm, I'm to hold on
gloves touching my scalp, my head pops out
Everything is blurry, my first screams out
Tears pouring down my pops face so proud
Wantin' to hold me, but I was so
They washed me off and he said, "At least that nigga ugly"
me in his arms snuggly, laid 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