Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus (belly Button Window)

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

I existed in a womb, just like an
Came from behind the sun, my hands in a fist
Punching on my stomach, kicking 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, developing
Nine month process, infant

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

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

I shot my way out my mom
I shot my way out my mom
I shot my way out my mom
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 call a Ill Will to
I look hard the lights is killin' my eyes
I know when is layin' down, I get bored, start to get live
Move side to side, loud music and vibe
All babies are born with rhythm, that's 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 umbilical choking me but month 3 was closer, see
That's when pops took to see the doc at the clinic
But I was saved, he changed his in the last minute
Watchin' 'em yell, my moms voice well
Feared fist fights, so when we fell
While they broke up furniture and smashed on the wall
I wondered if I am born, I be safe at all

This place they call the world though my was so large
Couldn't wait to get out, and grow up and charge
Month 5, Month 6 went by, 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 'cause they know when I drop, alot of shit's gon'
See how the will start re-training cops
Month 9, I'm a over due, the labor induced

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

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