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
Beginning of me, I could see
my belly button window, who I am

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

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

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

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

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

Month two was the least most
My cord choking me but month 3 was closer, see
That's 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 voice well
fist fights, so terrified when we fell
While they broke up and smashed plates on the wall
I wondered if I am born, will I be at all

This place call the world though my view was so large
Couldn't to get out, and grow up and take charge
Month 5, 6 went 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 will re-training cops
Month 9, I'm a week over due, the induced

Pops told my moms, "Push and take deep too
Stay calm", 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 pops face so proud
to hold me, but I was so bloody
They washed me off and he said, "At least that ain't ugly"
Placed me in his arms snuggly, me on my mother

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