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
of me, therefore I could see
Through my button window, who I am

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

A prophet in his stage, his mother in the early 30s
Was married to pops 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 blood and
Hearin' prayers, she askin' for my health
That I become a man and learn to make a way for
Nervous she was, and her paranoia got in my
Mixed Marijuana from my daddy's genes

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

I shot my way out my mom
I my way out my mom dukes
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 Will to
When I look hard the lights is killin' my
I know when moms is 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, food flowin' through my mothers tube
I'm covered in this thick of goo

Month two was the least comfortable
My umbilical 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 changed his mind in the minute
Watchin' 'em yell, heard my moms voice
fist fights, so terrified when we fell
While they broke up and smashed plates on the wall
I wondered if I am born, I be safe at all

This place they call the world though my view was so
wait to get out, and grow up and take charge
Month 5, Month 6 by, hopin' I'm born in July
But the Lord already figured out a date and time, 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 told my moms, "Push and take deep too
calm", holdin' her arm, I'm trying to hold on
Surgical touching my scalp, my head pops out
is blurry, my first breath screams out
Tears pouring down my pops he's so proud
to hold me, but I was so bloody
They washed me off and he said, "At least nigga ain't ugly"
Placed me in his arms snuggly, laid me on my

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