Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus (belly Button Window)

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

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

A in his early stage, his mother in the early 30s
Was married to pops wishin' what she carried 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 to make a way for myself
she was, and her paranoia got in my blood
Mixed with Marijuana from my genes

screams I'm hearin', it's 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 my way out my mom dukes
I shot my way out my mom

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 hard the lights is killin' my eyes
I know when moms is down, I get bored, start to get live
side to side, hear loud music and vibe
All black babies are with rhythm, that's no lie
Solar energize, mineralize food flowin' through my tube
I'm covered in this layer of goo

two was the least 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 changed his mind in the minute
Watchin' 'em yell, heard my moms well
fist fights, so terrified when we fell
While they broke up furniture and smashed plates on the
I wondered if I am born, will I be at all

This place they call the world though my was so large
Couldn't to get out, and grow up and take charge
5, Month 6 went by, hopin' I'm born in July
But the Lord already out a date and time, Septemeber 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 goverment start re-training cops
Month 9, I'm a week over due, the induced

told my moms, "Push and take deep breaths too
Stay calm", holdin' her arm, I'm trying to on
gloves touching my scalp, my head pops out
Everything is blurry, my first breath out
Tears pouring down my face he's so proud
to hold me, but I was so bloody
They washed me off and he said, "At that nigga ain't ugly"
Placed me in his arms snuggly, laid me on my

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