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
of me, therefore I could see
Through my 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 purpose
Was to be born to reign, not in scorn or
But to on a name, that my pops chose for me
full of indo, developing eyes
Nine month process, infant

A prophet in his stage, his mother in the early 30s
Was to pops wishin' what she carried would drop
I'm not worthy to come a women so pure, Ann Jones
Flesh of her flesh, blood of her blood, her and bones
Hearin' prayers, she askin' for my good
That I become a man and learn to make a way for
Nervous she was, and her got in my blood
with Marijuana from my daddy's genes

Lotta screams I'm hearin', 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 my way out my mom dukes

Yo, they must wanna keep me, 'cause 4 pass, I'm still alive
Guess I got what they call a Ill Will to
I look hard the lights is killin' my eyes
I know moms is layin' down, I get bored, start to get live
Move to side, hear loud music and vibe
All black babies are born rhythm, that's no lie
Solar energize, mineralize food flowin' through my tube
I'm in this thick layer 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 last
'em yell, heard my moms voice well
Feared fights, so terrified when we fell
While they broke up furniture and smashed on the wall
I if I am born, will I be safe at all

This place 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 already figured out a date and time, Septemeber 14th, '73
Get world, doctors in the front waitin' for me
Arms open 'cause they know when I drop, alot of shit's gon'
See how the will start re-training cops
Month 9, I'm a week over due, the induced

Pops told my moms, "Push and take deep too
calm", holdin' her arm, I'm trying to hold on
Surgical gloves touching my scalp, my pops out
is blurry, my first breath screams out
Tears down my pops face he's so proud
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, laid me on my

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