Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus (belly Button Window)

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

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

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

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

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

Month two was the most comfortable
My umbilical cord me but month 3 was closer, see
That's when pops moms to see the doc at the clinic
But I was saved, he his mind in the last minute
Watchin' 'em yell, heard my moms well
Feared fist fights, so terrified when we
While broke up furniture and smashed plates on the wall
I wondered if I am born, will I be at all

place they call the world though my view was so large
Couldn't wait to get out, and grow up and charge
Month 5, Month 6 went by, hopin' I'm in July
But the Lord already figured out a and time, Septemeber 14th, '73
Get ready world, doctors in the front 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 week over due, the induced

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

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