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, like an Abyss
Came from behind the sun, my hands balled in a
on my moms stomach, kicking on her cervix
Twitching I'm nervous, thought my intended purpose
Was to be born to reign, not in or vain
But to on a name, that my pops chose for me
Bloodstream full of indo, developing
Nine month process, infant

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

screams I'm hearin', it's crazy
Both is scrappin'
I'm not a baby
A miscarriage can

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

Yo, they must wanna me, 'cause 4 months pass, I'm still alive
Guess I got what they a Ill Will to survive
When I look hard the lights is my eyes
I know when 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 covered in thick layer of goo

Month two was the least comfortable
My umbilical cord choking me but 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
'em yell, heard my moms voice well
Feared fist fights, so terrified we fell
they broke up furniture and smashed plates on the wall
I wondered if I am born, will I be at all

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

Pops told my moms, "Push and deep breaths too
calm", holdin' her arm, I'm trying to hold on
Surgical touching my scalp, my head pops out
Everything is blurry, my first breath out
Tears down my pops face he's 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 snuggly, laid me on my mother

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