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 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 to reign, not in scorn or vain
But to take on a name, my pops chose for me
Bloodstream full of indo, developing
Nine process, infant 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, blood of her blood, her blood and
prayers, she askin' for my good health
That I a man and learn to make a way for myself
Nervous she was, and her paranoia got in my
Mixed with Marijuana from my daddy's

Lotta I'm hearin', it's 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 shot my way out my mom

Yo, they must wanna keep me, 4 months 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 and vibe
All black babies are born with rhythm, no lie
Solar energize, mineralize food through my mothers tube
I'm covered in this thick of goo

Month two was the least comfortable
My cord choking me but month 3 was closer, see
when pops took moms to see the doc at the clinic
But I was saved, he changed his mind in the minute
Watchin' 'em yell, heard my moms voice
Feared fist fights, so terrified we fell
While they broke up furniture and smashed plates on the
I wondered if I am born, I be safe at all

This they call the world though my view was so large
Couldn't to get out, and grow up and take charge
Month 5, Month 6 went by, hopin' I'm in July
But the Lord already figured out a and time, Septemeber 14th, '73
Get ready world, doctors in the waitin' for me
Arms 'cause they know when I drop, alot of shit's gon' stop
See how the goverment will start re-training
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 gloves touching my scalp, my pops out
Everything is blurry, my first breath out
Tears pouring down my pops face he's so
to hold me, but I was so bloody
They me off and he said, "At least that 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 the devil
Y'all about to see this world in