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 belly window, who I am

I in a womb, just like an Abyss
Came from behind the sun, my hands in a fist
Punching on my stomach, kicking 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, that my chose for me
Bloodstream full of indo, developing
month process, infant size

A prophet in his early stage, his mother in the 30s
Was married to pops wishin' what she would drop
I'm not worthy to come from a women so pure, Ann
Flesh of her flesh, blood of her blood, her and bones
Hearin' prayers, she for my good health
That I become a man and learn to a way for myself
Nervous she was, and her paranoia got in my
Mixed with Marijuana from my daddy's

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

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 wanna keep me, 'cause 4 months pass, I'm still alive
Guess I got what they a Ill Will to survive
When I look hard the is killin' my eyes
I when moms is layin' down, I get bored, start to get live
Move side to side, hear loud music and
All black babies are born with rhythm, no lie
Solar energize, mineralize food through my mothers tube
I'm covered in this layer of goo

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

This place they call the world my view was so large
Couldn't to get out, and grow up and take charge
Month 5, Month 6 went by, hopin' I'm in July
But the Lord figured out a date and time, Septemeber 14th, '73
Get world, doctors in the front waitin' for me
Arms open 'cause they know when I drop, alot of shit's stop
See how the goverment will start re-training
9, I'm a week over due, the labor induced

Pops told my moms, "Push and take breaths too
Stay calm", holdin' her arm, I'm trying to on
Surgical gloves touching my scalp, my pops out
is blurry, my first breath screams out
Tears pouring my pops face he's so proud
Wantin' to hold me, but I was so
They washed me off and he said, "At least that nigga ugly"
me in his arms snuggly, laid me on my mother

Finally, I got to see who held me in her
She love me, and yo I plan to overthrow the
Y'all about to see this world in