Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus (belly Button Window)

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

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

A prophet in his early stage, his in the early 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 got in my blood
Mixed with Marijuana my daddy's 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 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 is killin' my eyes
I know when moms is layin' down, I get bored, start to get
Move side to side, hear loud and vibe
All black babies are born rhythm, that's no lie
Solar energize, mineralize food through my mothers tube
I'm in this thick layer of goo

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

This place they call the world though my was so large
Couldn't wait to get out, and grow up and take
5, Month 6 went by, hopin' 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 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 labor

Pops told my moms, "Push and take breaths too
calm", holdin' her arm, I'm trying to hold on
Surgical gloves my scalp, my head pops out
Everything is blurry, my first screams out
Tears pouring down my pops face so proud
to hold 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 about to see this in trouble