Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus (belly Button Window)

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

I existed in a womb, just an Abyss
from behind the sun, my hands balled in a fist
Punching on my moms stomach, kicking on her
'cause 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
full of indo, developing eyes
Nine month process, infant

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

Lotta screams I'm hearin', crazy
Both parents is
I'm not even a
A miscarriage can

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

Yo, they must wanna keep me, 'cause 4 months pass, I'm still
I got what they call 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
Move side to side, hear loud and vibe
All black babies are with rhythm, that's no lie
Solar energize, mineralize food flowin' my mothers tube
I'm in this thick layer of goo

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

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

Pops told my moms, "Push and take deep too
Stay calm", her arm, I'm trying to hold on
Surgical gloves touching my scalp, my head out
is blurry, my first breath screams 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 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 me, and yo I plan to overthrow the devil
Y'all about to see world in trouble