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 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 scorn or
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 in the early 30s
Was married to pops wishin' what she carried drop
I'm not worthy to from a women so pure, Ann Jones
Flesh of her flesh, blood of her blood, her blood and
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
parents is scrappin'
I'm not a baby
A can happen

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

Yo, they must keep me, 'cause 4 months pass, I'm still alive
Guess I got they call a Ill Will to survive
I look hard the lights is killin' my eyes
I know when moms is layin' down, I get bored, start to get
Move to side, hear loud music and vibe
All black are born with rhythm, that's no lie
energize, mineralize food flowin' through my mothers tube
I'm covered in this thick of goo

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

This place they the world though 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 born in
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 stop
See how the goverment will re-training cops
Month 9, I'm a week due, the labor induced

Pops told my moms, "Push and take deep too
Stay calm", holdin' her arm, I'm to hold on
Surgical gloves touching my scalp, my pops out
is blurry, my first breath screams out
Tears pouring down my face he's so proud
Wantin' to hold me, but I was so
They me off and he said, "At least that nigga ain't ugly"
Placed me in his snuggly, laid 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 to see this world in trouble