Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus (belly Button Window)

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

I existed in a womb, like an Abyss
Came behind the sun, my hands balled in a fist
on my moms stomach, kicking on her cervix
Twitching 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
Bloodstream full of indo, eyes
month process, infant size

A in his early 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
of her flesh, blood of her blood, her blood and bones
Hearin' prayers, she askin' for my health
That I become a man and learn to make a way for
Nervous she was, and her paranoia got in my
Mixed with Marijuana from my genes

Lotta screams I'm hearin', crazy
parents is scrappin'
I'm not even a
A miscarriage can

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

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

Month two was the least comfortable
My umbilical choking me but month 3 was closer, see
That's pops took moms to see the doc at the clinic
But I was saved, he changed his mind in the minute
Watchin' 'em yell, heard my moms well
Feared fist fights, so when we fell
While broke up furniture and smashed plates on the wall
I if I am born, will I be safe at all

place they call 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, I'm born in July
But the already figured out a date and time, Septemeber 14th, '73
Get world, doctors in the front waitin' for me
Arms open they know when I drop, alot of shit's gon' stop
See how the goverment will re-training cops
Month 9, I'm a week over due, the labor

Pops told my moms, "Push and deep breaths too
Stay calm", holdin' her arm, I'm trying to on
Surgical touching my scalp, my head pops out
Everything is blurry, my breath screams out
Tears pouring my pops face he's so proud
Wantin' to me, but I was so bloody
They washed me off and he said, "At least nigga ain't ugly"
Placed me in his arms snuggly, laid me on my

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