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 button window, who I am

I existed in a womb, just like an
Came from behind the sun, my hands balled in a
Punching on my stomach, kicking on her cervix
'cause I'm nervous, thought my intended purpose
Was to be born to reign, not in scorn or
But to take on a name, my pops chose for me
Bloodstream of indo, developing eyes
month 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 come from a women so pure, Ann
Flesh of her flesh, of her blood, her blood and bones
prayers, she askin' for my good health
That I become a man and to make a way for myself
she was, and her paranoia got in my blood
Mixed with Marijuana from my genes

Lotta screams I'm hearin', it's
parents is scrappin'
I'm not a baby
A miscarriage can

I shot my way out my mom
I my way out my mom dukes
I my way out my mom dukes
I shot my way out my mom

Yo, they must wanna keep me, 4 months pass, I'm still alive
Guess I got they call 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 side to side, hear loud music and
All black babies are born rhythm, that's no lie
Solar energize, mineralize food flowin' through my mothers
I'm covered in thick layer of goo

Month two was the most comfortable
My umbilical cord choking me but 3 was closer, see
That's when took moms to see the doc at the clinic
But I was saved, he changed his mind in the minute
Watchin' 'em yell, heard my moms voice
Feared fist fights, so when we fell
While they broke up 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 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 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 goverment will re-training cops
9, I'm a week over due, the labor induced

Pops 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 breath out
Tears 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 to overthrow the devil
Y'all about to see this in trouble