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
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, on her cervix
'cause I'm nervous, thought my intended purpose
Was to be to reign, not in scorn or vain
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 married to pops wishin' what she carried drop
I'm not worthy to from a women so pure, Ann Jones
Flesh of her flesh, of her blood, her blood and bones
Hearin' prayers, she askin' for my health
That I become a man and learn to make a way for
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 my way out my mom dukes
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 pass, I'm still alive
Guess I got what they a Ill Will to survive
When I hard the lights is killin' my eyes
I when moms is layin' down, I get bored, start to get live
side to side, hear loud music and vibe
All black are born with rhythm, that's no lie
Solar energize, mineralize food flowin' through my tube
I'm covered in this 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 in the last minute
Watchin' 'em yell, heard my moms voice
fist fights, so terrified when we fell
While they broke up furniture and smashed plates on the
I wondered if I am born, will I be at all

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

told my moms, "Push and take deep breaths too
Stay calm", holdin' her arm, I'm to hold on
gloves touching my scalp, my head pops out
Everything is blurry, my breath screams out
Tears pouring down my pops 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 snuggly, laid 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 to see this world in trouble