Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus (belly Button Window)

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

I existed in a womb, just an Abyss
Came from behind the sun, my hands in a fist
Punching on my moms stomach, on her cervix
'cause I'm nervous, thought my intended purpose
Was to be born to reign, not in or vain
But to take on a name, my pops 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 would
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 good
That I become a man and learn to make a way for
she was, and her paranoia got in my blood
Mixed with Marijuana from my daddy's

screams I'm hearin', it's crazy
Both is scrappin'
I'm not a baby
A miscarriage can

I shot my way out my mom
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 months pass, I'm alive
Guess I got they call a Ill Will to survive
When I look hard the lights is 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 with rhythm, that's no lie
Solar energize, mineralize food flowin' through my mothers
I'm in this thick layer of goo

two was the least most comfortable
My umbilical cord choking me but 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, my moms voice well
Feared fist fights, so terrified when we
While broke up furniture and smashed plates on the wall
I wondered if I am born, will I be at all

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

Pops told my moms, "Push and take deep too
Stay calm", her arm, I'm trying to hold on
Surgical touching my scalp, my head pops out
Everything is blurry, my first breath out
Tears pouring down my face he's so proud
Wantin' to hold me, but I was so
washed 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 plan to the devil
Y'all about to see world in trouble