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 belly window, who I am

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

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

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

I my way out my mom dukes
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
I got what they call a Ill Will to survive
When I look hard the lights is my eyes
I know moms 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 thick of goo

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

This place call the world though my view was so large
Couldn't wait to get out, and grow up and take
5, Month 6 went by, hopin' I'm born in July
But the Lord already figured out a and time, Septemeber 14th, '73
Get world, doctors in the front waitin' for me
Arms open 'cause know when I drop, alot of shit's gon' stop
See how the goverment start re-training cops
Month 9, I'm a over due, the labor induced

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

Finally, I got to see who held me in her
She love me, and yo I plan to overthrow the
Y'all about to see this in trouble