Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus (belly Button Window)

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

I existed in a womb, just like an
from behind the sun, my hands balled in a fist
Punching on my moms stomach, on her cervix
Twitching 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
Bloodstream full of indo, developing
month process, infant size

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

Lotta screams I'm hearin', crazy
Both parents is
I'm not a baby
A can happen

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

Yo, they wanna keep me, 'cause 4 months pass, I'm still alive
Guess I got what 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 music and vibe
All black babies are with rhythm, that's no lie
Solar energize, mineralize food flowin' through my mothers
I'm covered in this thick of goo

Month two was the most comfortable
My umbilical cord me but month 3 was closer, see
when pops took moms to see the doc at the clinic
But I was saved, he his mind in the last minute
Watchin' 'em yell, my moms voice well
Feared fist fights, so terrified when we
While they up furniture and smashed 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
wait to get out, and grow up and take charge
Month 5, Month 6 went by, hopin' I'm in July
But the Lord already out a date and time, Septemeber 14th, '73
Get ready world, doctors in the front for me
Arms open 'cause they know when I drop, alot of gon' stop
See how the goverment will start re-training
Month 9, I'm a week due, the labor induced

Pops my moms, "Push and take deep breaths too
Stay calm", her arm, I'm trying to hold on
Surgical gloves touching my scalp, my head out
Everything is blurry, my first breath out
Tears pouring down my pops face 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 arms snuggly, laid me on my

Finally, I got to see who held me in her
She love me, and yo I plan to the devil
about to see this world in trouble