Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus (belly Button Window)

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

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

A prophet in his early stage, his mother in the 30s
Was married to pops what she carried would drop
I'm not worthy to come from a so pure, Ann Jones
of her flesh, blood of her blood, her blood 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 got in my blood
Mixed with Marijuana from my daddy's

Lotta I'm hearin', it's crazy
Both parents is
I'm not even a
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 my way out my mom dukes

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

Month two was the least most
My umbilical choking me but month 3 was closer, see
That's when pops moms to see the doc at the clinic
But I was saved, he changed his mind in the minute
Watchin' 'em yell, heard my 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, I be safe at all

This place they the world though my view was so large
Couldn't wait to get out, and grow up and 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 world, doctors in the front waitin' for me
Arms open 'cause they when I drop, alot of shit's gon' stop
See how the goverment will start cops
Month 9, I'm a over due, the labor induced

Pops told my moms, "Push and take deep too
Stay calm", holdin' her arm, I'm to hold on
Surgical touching my scalp, my head pops out
Everything is blurry, my breath screams out
Tears down my pops face he's so proud
to hold me, but I was so bloody
They 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 love me, and yo I to overthrow the devil
about to see this world in trouble