Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus (belly Button Window)

Yeah, I all my niggas to come journey with me
My name is Nas, and the year is
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 balled in a fist
Punching on my moms stomach, kicking on her
Twitching 'cause I'm nervous, my intended purpose
Was to be born to reign, not in or vain
But to take on a name, my pops chose for me
Bloodstream of indo, developing eyes
Nine process, infant size

A prophet in his early stage, his in the early 30s
Was married to pops wishin' what she carried would
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 good
That I become a man and learn to make a way for
Nervous she was, and her paranoia got in my
Mixed with Marijuana from my daddy's

Lotta screams I'm hearin', it's
Both is scrappin'
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 must wanna me, 'cause 4 months pass, I'm still alive
Guess I got what they a Ill Will to survive
When I look hard the lights is my eyes
I know moms is layin' down, I get bored, start to get live
Move side to side, hear music and vibe
All black babies are born rhythm, that's no lie
Solar energize, mineralize food flowin' 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 pops took moms to see the doc at the clinic
But I was saved, he his mind in the last minute
Watchin' 'em yell, my moms voice well
Feared fights, so terrified when we fell
While they broke up furniture and smashed on the wall
I wondered if I am born, will I be at all

This place they call the though my view was so large
wait to get out, and grow up and take charge
Month 5, Month 6 went by, I'm born in July
But the Lord already figured out a and time, Septemeber 14th, '73
Get ready world, in the front waitin' for me
Arms open 'cause they when I drop, alot of shit's gon' stop
See how the will start re-training cops
Month 9, I'm a week over due, the induced

Pops told my moms, "Push and deep breaths too
calm", holdin' her arm, I'm trying to hold on
Surgical gloves touching my scalp, my head out
Everything is blurry, my first screams out
Tears pouring down my face he's so proud
to hold me, but I was so bloody
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 me in her body
She love me, and yo I plan to overthrow the
Y'all about to see world in trouble