Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus (belly Button Window)

Yeah, I want all my to come journey with me
My name is Nas, and the is 1973
Beginning of me, therefore I 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 moms stomach, on her cervix
'cause I'm nervous, thought my intended purpose
Was to be to reign, not in scorn or vain
But to take on a name, that my chose for me
full of indo, developing eyes
Nine process, infant size

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

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

Yo, they wanna keep me, 'cause 4 months pass, I'm still alive
Guess I got what they call a Ill to survive
When I hard the lights is killin' my eyes
I know when moms is 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 covered in this layer of goo

Month two was the least most
My cord 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 changed his mind in the last
Watchin' 'em yell, heard my moms voice
Feared fist fights, so terrified we fell
they broke up furniture and smashed plates on the wall
I wondered if I am born, will I be at all

This place they call the world though my was so large
Couldn't wait to get out, and grow up and take
Month 5, Month 6 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 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 due, the labor induced

Pops my moms, "Push and take deep breaths too
calm", holdin' her arm, I'm trying to hold on
Surgical gloves touching my scalp, my pops out
is blurry, my first breath screams out
Tears pouring down my face he's so proud
to hold me, but I was so bloody
They me off and he said, "At least that nigga ain't ugly"
Placed me in his arms snuggly, me on my mother

Finally, I got to see who me in her body
She love me, and yo I plan to overthrow the
Y'all to see this world in trouble