Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus (belly Button Window)

Yeah, I want all my to come journey 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 hands balled in a
Punching on my moms stomach, kicking on her
Twitching 'cause I'm nervous, my intended purpose
Was to be born to reign, not in scorn or
But to take on a name, my pops chose for me
Bloodstream full of indo, developing
Nine process, infant size

A prophet in his 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, blood of her blood, her blood and
Hearin' prayers, she for my good health
That I become a man and to make a way for myself
Nervous she was, and her got in my blood
Mixed with Marijuana from my genes

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

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

Yo, they must wanna keep me, 4 months pass, I'm still alive
Guess I got what they a Ill Will to survive
When I look hard the lights is my eyes
I know moms is layin' down, I get bored, start to get live
Move side to side, loud music and vibe
All black are born with rhythm, that's no lie
Solar energize, mineralize 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 pops took to see the doc at the clinic
But I was saved, he changed his mind in the minute
'em yell, heard my moms voice well
Feared fist fights, so terrified when we
While they up furniture and smashed plates on the wall
I wondered if I am born, I be safe at all

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

Pops told my moms, "Push and deep breaths too
calm", holdin' her arm, I'm trying to hold on
Surgical touching my scalp, my head pops out
Everything is blurry, my first breath out
Tears down my pops face he's so proud
Wantin' to hold me, but I was so
They washed me off and he said, "At least that nigga ugly"
Placed me in his arms snuggly, 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 world in