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, therefore I see
Through my belly window, who I am

I existed in a womb, just like an
Came from behind the sun, my balled in a fist
Punching on my stomach, kicking on her cervix
Twitching 'cause I'm nervous, thought my 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, eyes
Nine month process, size

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

Lotta screams I'm hearin', crazy
Both is scrappin'
I'm not a baby
A can happen

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, must wanna keep me, 'cause 4 months pass, I'm still alive
Guess I got what they a Ill Will to survive
When I hard the lights is killin' my eyes
I know moms is layin' down, I get bored, start to get live
side to side, hear loud music and vibe
All babies are born with 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 most
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 last
Watchin' 'em yell, heard my moms voice
Feared fist fights, so terrified when we
While broke up furniture and smashed plates on the wall
I wondered if I am born, I be safe 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 'cause know when I drop, alot of shit's gon' stop
See how the will start re-training cops
Month 9, I'm a week due, the labor induced

Pops told my moms, "Push and deep breaths too
Stay calm", her arm, I'm trying to hold on
Surgical gloves touching my scalp, my head out
Everything is blurry, my breath screams out
Tears pouring down my pops face so proud
to hold me, but I was so bloody
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 me in her body
She me, and yo I plan to overthrow the devil
Y'all about to see this in trouble