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
Beginning of me, therefore I see
my belly button window, who I am

I existed in a womb, just like an
Came from behind the sun, my hands in a fist
Punching on my moms stomach, on her cervix
Twitching 'cause I'm nervous, thought my purpose
Was to be to reign, not in scorn or vain
But to on a name, that my pops chose for me
Bloodstream full of indo, developing
Nine month process, infant

A in his early stage, his mother in the early 30s
Was married to pops wishin' what she would drop
I'm not worthy to come from a 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 a way for myself
Nervous she was, and her paranoia got in my
Mixed with Marijuana from my genes

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

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

Month two was the least most
My cord choking 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
Watchin' 'em yell, my moms voice well
Feared fist fights, so terrified when we
While they broke up furniture and smashed plates on the
I wondered if I am born, will I be at all

place 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 already figured out a date and time, Septemeber 14th, '73
Get world, doctors in the front waitin' for me
Arms open 'cause they know 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

Pops told my moms, "Push and deep breaths 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 pouring down my pops face so proud
Wantin' to hold me, but I was so
They washed me off and he said, "At least that ain't ugly"
Placed me in his arms snuggly, 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 this world in