Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus (belly Button Window)

Yeah, I want all my niggas to come journey 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 an Abyss
Came from behind the sun, my balled in a fist
on my moms stomach, kicking on her cervix
Twitching 'cause I'm nervous, 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 of indo, developing eyes
Nine month process, infant

A prophet in his early stage, his mother in the 30s
Was married to pops wishin' what she carried would
I'm not worthy to come 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 daddy's

Lotta screams I'm hearin', it's
Both parents is
I'm not a baby
A miscarriage can

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

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

Month two was the least most
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 changed his mind in the last
Watchin' 'em yell, heard my voice well
fist fights, so terrified when 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 wait to get out, and up and take charge
Month 5, Month 6 went by, hopin' I'm in July
But the Lord figured out a date and time, Septemeber 14th, '73
Get ready world, doctors in the front for me
Arms open 'cause they know when I drop, alot of gon' stop
See how the will start re-training cops
Month 9, I'm a week over due, the labor

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