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
Through my button 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 I'm nervous, thought my intended purpose
Was to be born to reign, not in or vain
But to take on a name, my pops chose for me
Bloodstream full of indo, eyes
Nine process, infant size

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

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

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

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 moms is layin' down, I get bored, start to get live
Move side to side, hear music and vibe
All black babies are born rhythm, that's no lie
Solar energize, mineralize flowin' through my mothers tube
I'm covered in thick layer of goo

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

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

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

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