Luyện nghe bài hát Fetus (belly Button Window)

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

I in a womb, just 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, my intended purpose
Was to be born to reign, not in or vain
But to take on a name, that my chose for me
full of indo, developing eyes
Nine month process, size

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

Lotta I'm hearin', it's crazy
Both parents is
I'm not even a
A miscarriage can

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

Month two was the most comfortable
My umbilical choking me but month 3 was closer, see
That's when pops took to see the doc at the clinic
But I was saved, he changed his mind in the last
Watchin' 'em yell, heard my moms voice
Feared fist fights, so when we fell
While they up furniture and smashed plates 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
Couldn't wait to get out, and 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 world, doctors 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 labor

Pops told my moms, "Push and take deep too
Stay calm", her arm, I'm trying to hold on
Surgical gloves my scalp, my head 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 washed me off and he said, "At least that ain't 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
about to see this world in trouble