Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus (belly Button Window)

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

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

A in his early stage, his mother in the early 30s
Was married to wishin' what she carried would drop
I'm not worthy to from a women so pure, Ann Jones
Flesh of her flesh, of her blood, her blood and bones
Hearin' prayers, she askin' for my health
I become a man and learn 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 even a
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 my way out my mom dukes

Yo, they must wanna keep me, 'cause 4 months pass, I'm still
Guess I got they call a Ill Will to survive
I look hard the lights is killin' my eyes
I know when moms is layin' down, I get bored, start to get
Move side to side, loud music and vibe
All black babies are with rhythm, that's no lie
Solar energize, food flowin' through my mothers tube
I'm covered in this thick of goo

Month two was the least most
My cord 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 his mind in the last minute
Watchin' 'em yell, heard my moms well
Feared fist fights, so terrified when we
While they broke up furniture and smashed plates on the
I if I am born, will I be safe at all

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

Pops my moms, "Push and take deep breaths too
calm", holdin' her arm, I'm trying to hold on
Surgical gloves my scalp, my head pops out
Everything is blurry, my breath screams out
Tears pouring down my face he's so proud
Wantin' to me, but I was so bloody
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 plan to the devil
about to see this world in trouble