Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus (belly Button Window)

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

I existed in a womb, just like an
Came from behind the sun, my hands balled in a
Punching on my moms stomach, kicking on her
Twitching 'cause I'm nervous, thought my intended
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, developing
Nine month process, infant

A prophet in his early stage, his in the early 30s
Was to pops wishin' what she carried would drop
I'm not worthy to 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
I become a man and learn to make a way for myself
Nervous she was, and her got in my blood
Mixed with from my daddy's genes

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

I my way out my mom dukes
I shot my way out my mom
I shot my way out my mom
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 a Ill Will to survive
I look hard the lights is killin' my eyes
I when moms is layin' down, I get bored, start to get live
Move side to side, hear loud music and
All babies are born with rhythm, that's no lie
Solar energize, mineralize food flowin' my mothers tube
I'm covered in this thick of goo

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

This place they call the world though my view was so
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 world, doctors in the front waitin' for me
Arms open 'cause they know I drop, alot of shit's gon' stop
See how the goverment will start re-training
9, I'm a week over 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
Everything is blurry, my first screams out
Tears pouring down my pops face so proud
to hold me, but I was so bloody
They me off and he said, "At least that 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 me, and yo I plan to overthrow the devil
Y'all about to see world in trouble