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, therefore I 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 or vain
But to take on a name, that my pops for me
Bloodstream full of indo, eyes
Nine month process, size

A in his early stage, his mother in the early 30s
Was married to pops wishin' what she carried would
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 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 my daddy's genes

Lotta screams I'm hearin', 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 my way out my mom dukes
I shot my way out my mom

Yo, they must keep me, 'cause 4 months pass, I'm still alive
Guess I got what they call a Ill to survive
When I look hard the lights is killin' my
I know when moms is layin' down, I get bored, to get live
Move side to side, hear loud and vibe
All black babies are with rhythm, that's no lie
Solar energize, mineralize food flowin' through my tube
I'm in this thick layer of goo

Month two was the least most
My cord choking me but month 3 was closer, see
when pops 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 fist fights, so terrified when we
they broke up furniture and smashed plates on the wall
I wondered if I am born, will I be at all

This they call the world though my view was so large
Couldn't to get out, and grow up and take charge
Month 5, Month 6 went by, hopin' I'm born in
But the Lord already figured out a and time, Septemeber 14th, '73
Get ready world, in the front waitin' for me
Arms open 'cause they know when I drop, alot of 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 head out
Everything is blurry, my breath screams out
Tears pouring down my pops face he's so
Wantin' to me, but I was so bloody
They washed me off and he said, "At least that nigga ugly"
Placed me in his arms snuggly, laid me on my

Finally, I got to see who held me in her
She love me, and yo I to overthrow the devil
about to see this world in trouble