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
my belly button window, who I am

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

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

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

I shot my way out my mom
I my way out my mom dukes
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 they call a Ill Will to survive
When I hard the lights is killin' my eyes
I know when moms is layin' down, I get bored, start to get
Move to side, hear loud music and vibe
All black are born with rhythm, that's no lie
Solar energize, food flowin' through my mothers tube
I'm covered in thick layer of goo

two was the least most comfortable
My cord choking me but month 3 was closer, see
That's when took moms 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 when we fell
While they up furniture and smashed plates on the wall
I if I am born, will I be safe at all

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

Pops my moms, "Push and take deep breaths too
Stay calm", her arm, I'm trying to hold on
Surgical gloves touching my scalp, my head out
Everything is blurry, my first screams out
Tears pouring my pops face he's so proud
Wantin' to hold me, but I was so
They washed me off and he said, "At that nigga ain't ugly"
Placed me in his arms snuggly, me on my mother

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