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
Beginning of me, therefore I see
Through my belly window, who I am

I existed in a womb, just an Abyss
Came from the sun, my hands balled in a fist
Punching on my stomach, kicking on her cervix
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 women so pure, Ann
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 make a way for
she was, and her paranoia got in my blood
Mixed with Marijuana my daddy's genes

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

Yo, they must wanna keep me, 'cause 4 months pass, I'm alive
Guess I got what they call a Ill to survive
When I look hard the is killin' my eyes
I when moms is layin' down, I get bored, start to get live
side to side, hear loud music and vibe
All black babies are born with rhythm, 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 in the last minute
Watchin' 'em yell, heard my moms voice
Feared fist fights, so terrified when we
While they broke up furniture and plates on the wall
I wondered if I am born, will I be at all

This place they call the though my view was so large
Couldn't to get out, and grow up and take charge
Month 5, Month 6 went by, hopin' I'm born in
But the Lord already figured out a and time, Septemeber 14th, '73
Get ready world, doctors in the waitin' for me
Arms open 'cause they know when I drop, alot of shit's gon'
See how the will start re-training cops
Month 9, I'm a week over due, the induced

Pops told my moms, "Push and take deep too
Stay calm", holdin' her arm, I'm to hold on
gloves touching my scalp, my head pops out
Everything is blurry, my first screams out
Tears pouring down my pops face he's so
Wantin' to 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, me on my mother

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