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
Through my belly window, who I am

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

A prophet in his early stage, his in the early 30s
Was to pops wishin' 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 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 from my daddy's genes

Lotta screams I'm hearin', 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 shot my way out my mom
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 a Ill Will to survive
When I look hard the lights is my eyes
I know when moms is layin' down, I get bored, to get live
Move side to side, hear loud 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 thick of goo

Month two was the most comfortable
My umbilical cord me but month 3 was closer, see
That's when pops took to see the doc at the clinic
But I was saved, he his mind in the last minute
Watchin' 'em yell, heard my moms voice
fist fights, so terrified when we fell
While they up furniture and smashed plates on the wall
I wondered if I am born, will I be at all

This they call the world though my view was so large
Couldn't wait to get out, and grow up and 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 they know when I drop, alot of shit's gon' stop
See how the will start re-training cops
Month 9, I'm a over due, the labor induced

Pops told my moms, "Push and take breaths too
Stay calm", 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 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 arms snuggly, laid me on my

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