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, I could see
Through my button window, who I am

I existed in a womb, 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, thought my intended
Was to be born to reign, not in scorn or
But to take on a name, that my chose for me
Bloodstream full of indo, developing
Nine month process, infant

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

Lotta screams I'm hearin', 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 pass, I'm still alive
Guess I got what they call a Ill Will to
When I look the lights is killin' my eyes
I know when moms is layin' down, I get bored, to get live
Move side to side, hear music and vibe
All black babies are born rhythm, that's no lie
energize, mineralize food flowin' through my mothers tube
I'm covered in this layer of goo

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

This place they call the world though my was so large
wait to get out, and grow up and take charge
Month 5, 6 went by, hopin' I'm born 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 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 labor

told my moms, "Push and take deep breaths too
Stay calm", holdin' her arm, I'm to hold on
Surgical gloves touching my scalp, my head out
Everything is blurry, my first screams out
pouring down my pops face he's so proud
Wantin' to hold me, but I was so
washed 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 held me in her
She love me, and yo I plan to the devil
Y'all about to see this in trouble