Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus (belly Button Window)

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

I in a womb, just like an Abyss
Came 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 to reign, not in scorn or vain
But to take on a name, that my pops for me
Bloodstream full of indo, developing
Nine process, infant size

A prophet in his stage, his mother in the early 30s
Was married to pops wishin' what she carried drop
I'm not worthy to come from a 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 paranoia got in my
Mixed with from my daddy's genes

Lotta I'm hearin', it's crazy
Both parents is
I'm not even a
A can happen

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

Yo, they must wanna me, 'cause 4 months pass, I'm still alive
Guess I got they call a Ill Will to survive
When I look hard the 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 through my mothers tube
I'm covered in 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 to see the doc at the clinic
But I was saved, he changed his mind in the last
Watchin' 'em yell, heard my voice well
Feared fist fights, so terrified we fell
While they broke up furniture and smashed on the wall
I if I am born, will I be safe at all

This place they call the world though my view was so
Couldn't wait to get out, and up and take charge
Month 5, Month 6 by, hopin' I'm born in July
But the Lord figured out a date and time, Septemeber 14th, '73
Get ready world, in the front 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 breaths too
Stay calm", her arm, I'm trying to hold on
Surgical touching my scalp, my head pops out
Everything is blurry, my first screams out
Tears down my pops face he's 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 held me in her
She love me, and yo I to overthrow the devil
Y'all to see this world in trouble