Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus (belly Button Window)

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

I existed in a womb, like an Abyss
Came from behind the sun, my hands balled in a
Punching on my moms stomach, on her cervix
Twitching 'cause I'm nervous, thought my intended
Was to be born to reign, not in or vain
But to take on a name, my pops chose for me
full of indo, developing eyes
Nine month process, size

A prophet in his early stage, his in the early 30s
Was married to pops wishin' she carried would drop
I'm not worthy to come a women so pure, Ann Jones
of her flesh, blood of her blood, her blood and bones
Hearin' prayers, she for my good health
That I become a man and to make a way for myself
Nervous she was, and her paranoia got in my
Mixed with from my daddy's 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 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 a Ill Will 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 music and vibe
All black babies are with rhythm, that's no lie
energize, mineralize food flowin' through my mothers tube
I'm covered in this layer of goo

two was the least most comfortable
My umbilical cord choking me but 3 was closer, see
That's when took moms 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 terrified we fell
While they broke up furniture and smashed on the wall
I wondered if I am born, will I be at all

This place they 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 in July
But the Lord figured out a date and time, Septemeber 14th, '73
Get ready world, in the front waitin' for me
Arms open 'cause they when I drop, alot of shit's gon' stop
See how the goverment start re-training cops
Month 9, I'm a week over due, the induced

Pops my moms, "Push and take deep breaths too
Stay calm", her arm, I'm trying to hold on
gloves touching my scalp, my head pops out
Everything is blurry, my first breath 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 that ain't 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 plan to the devil
about to see this world in trouble