Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus (belly Button Window)

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

I existed in a womb, just like an
Came behind the sun, my hands balled in a fist
Punching on my stomach, kicking on her cervix
Twitching 'cause I'm nervous, my intended purpose
Was to be to reign, not in scorn or vain
But to on a name, that my pops chose for me
Bloodstream of indo, developing eyes
Nine month process, size

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

screams I'm hearin', it's crazy
Both is scrappin'
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 shot my way out my mom

Yo, must wanna keep me, 'cause 4 months pass, I'm still alive
Guess I got what they a Ill Will to survive
When I look 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 babies are with rhythm, that's no lie
Solar energize, food flowin' through my mothers tube
I'm covered in this thick of goo

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

This place call the world though my view was so large
wait to get out, and grow up and take charge
Month 5, Month 6 by, hopin' I'm born in July
But the Lord already figured out a date and time, 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 will start re-training cops
Month 9, I'm a week due, the labor induced

Pops told my moms, "Push and take deep too
calm", holdin' her arm, I'm trying to hold on
Surgical gloves touching my scalp, my pops out
Everything is blurry, my first breath out
Tears pouring down my pops face he's so
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 snuggly, laid 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