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
of me, therefore I could see
Through my button window, who I am

I existed in a womb, just like an
Came behind the sun, my hands 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 or vain
But to take on a name, that my pops for me
Bloodstream full of indo, developing
Nine process, infant size

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

Lotta screams I'm hearin', crazy
parents is scrappin'
I'm not even a
A miscarriage can

I shot my way out my mom
I my way out my mom dukes
I my way out my mom dukes
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
When I look hard the lights is my eyes
I know when moms is layin' down, I get bored, start to get
Move side to side, hear loud music and
All black babies are with rhythm, that's no lie
Solar energize, food flowin' through my mothers tube
I'm in this thick layer of goo

two was the least most comfortable
My umbilical 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 fist fights, so 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 they call the world though my view was so large
Couldn't to get out, and grow up and take charge
Month 5, Month 6 by, hopin' I'm born in July
But the Lord figured 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 gon'
See how the goverment start re-training cops
Month 9, I'm a week over due, the labor

Pops told my moms, "Push and take breaths too
Stay calm", her arm, I'm trying to hold on
Surgical gloves my scalp, my head 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
They me off and he said, "At least that nigga ain't ugly"
me in his arms snuggly, laid me on my mother

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