Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus (belly Button Window)

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

I existed in a womb, just like an
Came from behind the sun, my balled in a fist
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 on a name, that my pops chose for me
Bloodstream full of indo, eyes
Nine month process, infant

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

Lotta screams I'm hearin', crazy
Both parents is
I'm not a baby
A can happen

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

Yo, they must wanna keep me, 'cause 4 pass, I'm still alive
Guess I got what they a Ill Will to survive
When I hard the lights 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 born rhythm, that's no lie
energize, mineralize food flowin' through my mothers tube
I'm in this thick layer of goo

two was the least most comfortable
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
'em yell, heard my moms voice well
Feared fights, so terrified when we fell
they broke up furniture and smashed plates on the wall
I if I am born, will I be safe at all

This place they call the world 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 out a date and time, Septemeber 14th, '73
Get ready world, doctors in the waitin' for me
Arms 'cause 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 touching my scalp, my head pops out
Everything is blurry, my breath screams out
Tears pouring down my pops he's so proud
Wantin' to hold me, but I was so
They washed me off and he said, "At least nigga ain't 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
Y'all to see this world in trouble