Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus (belly Button Window)

Yeah, I want all my niggas to journey with me
My is Nas, and the year is 1973
Beginning of me, therefore I see
my belly button window, who I am

I in a womb, just like an Abyss
Came from behind the sun, my balled in a fist
Punching on my moms stomach, kicking on her
'cause 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, developing
Nine process, infant size

A prophet in his stage, his mother in the early 30s
Was married to pops wishin' what she carried 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 for my good health
I become a man and learn to make a way for myself
Nervous she was, and her paranoia got in my
Mixed with from my daddy's genes

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

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

Month two was the most comfortable
My umbilical cord 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 terrified when we
they broke up furniture and smashed plates on the wall
I wondered if I am born, will I be at all

This place they call the world though my view was so
wait to get out, and grow up and take charge
Month 5, Month 6 went by, I'm born in July
But the Lord already out a date and time, Septemeber 14th, '73
Get ready world, in the front waitin' for me
Arms open 'cause they know when I drop, alot of shit's stop
See how the will start re-training cops
Month 9, I'm a week over due, the 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 pops out
Everything is blurry, my first screams out
Tears pouring down my pops face he's so
to hold me, but I was so bloody
They washed me off and he said, "At least 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 me, and yo I plan to overthrow the devil
Y'all about to see this in trouble