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

I existed in a womb, just like an
from behind the sun, my hands balled in a fist
Punching on my moms stomach, kicking on her
Twitching 'cause I'm nervous, thought my intended
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, developing
Nine month process, infant

A prophet in his early stage, his in the early 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 blood and
Hearin' prayers, she askin' for my health
That I become a man and to make a way for myself
she was, and her paranoia got in my blood
Mixed with Marijuana from my daddy's

Lotta I'm hearin', it's crazy
Both parents is
I'm not a baby
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 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, hear loud music and
All babies are born 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 comfortable
My umbilical cord me but month 3 was closer, see
when 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
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 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 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 waitin' for me
Arms open 'cause they know when I drop, alot of 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 breaths too
Stay calm", holdin' her arm, I'm trying to on
Surgical gloves touching my scalp, my head out
Everything is blurry, my first screams out
Tears pouring down my pops face so proud
Wantin' to hold me, but I was so
They washed me off and he said, "At least that ain't ugly"
me in his arms snuggly, laid me on my mother

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