Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus (belly Button Window)

Yeah, I want all my niggas to come journey 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 the sun, my hands balled in a fist
Punching on my moms stomach, kicking on her
Twitching 'cause I'm nervous, thought my purpose
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, eyes
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 askin' for my good
That I a man and learn to make a way for myself
Nervous she was, and her got in my blood
Mixed with Marijuana from my daddy's

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

I shot my way out my mom
I my way out my mom dukes
I my way out my mom dukes
I my way out my mom dukes

Yo, they must wanna keep me, 'cause 4 pass, I'm still alive
Guess I got they call a Ill Will to survive
When I hard the lights is killin' my eyes
I know when moms is down, I get bored, start to get live
Move side to side, hear loud music and
All black 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 most comfortable
My umbilical choking me but month 3 was closer, see
That's when took moms to see the doc at the clinic
But I was saved, he changed his mind in the last
Watchin' 'em yell, heard my voice well
Feared fist fights, so when we fell
they broke up furniture and smashed plates on the wall
I wondered if I am born, I be safe at all

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

Pops told my moms, "Push and take breaths too
Stay calm", holdin' her arm, I'm trying to 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 held me in her
She love me, and yo I plan to the devil
Y'all to see this world in trouble