Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus (belly Button Window)

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

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

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

Lotta I'm hearin', it's crazy
Both is scrappin'
I'm not even a
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 a Ill Will to survive
When I hard the lights is killin' my eyes
I know when is layin' down, I get bored, start to get live
Move side to side, hear music and vibe
All black babies are with 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 umbilical choking me but month 3 was closer, see
when pops 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 voice
Feared fist fights, so when we fell
While they up furniture and smashed plates on the wall
I wondered if I am born, will I be at all

This place they call the 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 born in
But the Lord already out a date and time, Septemeber 14th, '73
Get world, doctors in the front waitin' for me
open 'cause they know when I drop, alot 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", her arm, I'm trying to hold on
Surgical touching my scalp, my head pops out
Everything is blurry, my breath screams out
Tears pouring my pops face he's so proud
Wantin' to me, but I was so bloody
They washed me off and he said, "At least nigga ain't ugly"
me in his arms snuggly, laid me on my mother

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